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~one voice~ Senior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 664Billings, MT USA |
I remember, when I was a little girl, my grandfather had a rack of deer horns hanging on the wall above the small bed in his office, which is where I slept when I went there to visit. In the dark of night, as I lay on my back, I could look up and see those horns upon the wall. To me, they looked like giant, evil hands reaching out of wall and I was terrified. So, every time I came to visit, my grandpa would put them away before I ever went to bed. As a child, I always had a very active mind. The darkness always brought images and sounds to objects that never seemed to be there before. Many times, the fear was paralyzing. I would be so afraid that I could not move. I would lie in bed trying to see through the darkness, listening for the sound again and again to make sure it was not coming closer to me. It was always amazing how I could call out for my mother and once she appeared, everything was fine. As an adult, that fear takes on different meanings, though the feeling is still the same. My eyes don’t play tricks on me like they did when I was a child. And I am much more brave than I ever was before. I am only afraid of being outside, alone, in the night. I begin to feel as though I am being watched by someone or something. That is the only physical fear that I can think of that I have. I have so many emotional fears that there isn’t time nor room to share it with you. And most of those fears concern my children. I fear that I won’t do a good enough job raising them. I fear that I may do something or say something wrong that may never be forgotten by them. My list of fears goes on for miles and miles. I do know, however, that fear is something I embrace with grace. I have always been one to face my fears and conquer them. I can only hope that I will be able to teach my children to do the same. ©1999 Erin Solari ------------------ ~onevoice~ "She looked at her life like lines, never-ending, constantly forming, reforming and bending." (Could someone please tell me how to get the line structure to post right?) [This message has been edited by ~one voice~ (edited 08-16-99).] |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
One voice, I can certainly understand that fear you speak of. I edit my post. There are HTML codes that can be used to change formatting, unfortunately I don't know them myself. ------------------ Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings? DreamEvil© |
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~one voice~ Senior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 664Billings, MT USA |
I edit mine too, but it still ends up this way. Thanks any way though.  ------------------ ~onevoice~ "She looked at her life like lines, never-ending, constantly forming, reforming and bending." |
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