I was scared to death of a real stuffed squirrel that my Great Grandfather had shot. It was under glass at the top of the stairs at my Grandfather's house. I was afraid it was going to come to life and chew my face off. I was only about 6-7, at the time. Ironically, now it sits on a dresser in my bedroom. lol
riding bumper cars
The stairs in the dark.
I had this irrational fear that I would die at age 13, lol.
touching a woman's breasts...actually even talking about them
I was afraid of seaweed, balloons, and my aunt.
Growing up, too fucken late eh
Talking to strangers and it hasn't improved much
I was afraid of loving - still am.