When I was a kid, I was scared of just about everything. When I was at that party a couple of weeks ago someone started talking about the old days in Atlantic City. When AC was still a nice beach resort my family used to go there every summer too. I was really little and don’t remember a lot, but some things are etched in my memory. Someone was reminiscing about Steel Pier and I said I was terrified of the diving horses; others agreed.
I have no idea why but I was also terrified of Mr. Peanut, and it turns out that someone else found him scary too!
I was walking through the airport several years ago and out of nowhere Mr. Peanut appears, top hat, monocle and all. I went running over and gave him a hug and told him I was never really afraid of him, I just didn’t understand his greatness.
Mr. Peanut reached into his shell, whipped out a cell phone and started to call security, but I backed off and explained how scared I was when he used to roam the boardwalk in AC. I told him my mom would never believe what a brave girl I’ve become, so he agreed to take a picture with me so I could prove it. I had the picture blown up and put it in a nice frame so my mom could display it proudly.
At some point I started worrying about a burglar coming into my room. My dad sincerely explained that burglars are really stupid, and would never be able to figure out how to get in my room. I believed him. I was scared of dogs until I had one of my own; then I loved my dog but was still scared of other dogs.
When my parents took us all to the circus, I was scared of just about everything. But I started obsessing over the new shoes I’d left at home, convinced someone was going to steal them. I took my shoes pretty seriously even way back then. I got so worked up that we had to actually leave the circus so I could get home and check on my shoes. Miracle of miracles, they were still there! I put them on immediately and I’m pretty sure I kept them on even when I climbed into bed.
I probably shouldn’t admit this but at one point I became terrified of tidal waves, after I begged and pleaded with my brothers to take me to the movies with them, and we saw The Poseidon Adventure. They got a little frustrated explaining to me that Northern Virginia was not exactly a coastal town, but I never let details like lack of an ocean stand in the way of my irrational fears.