We all have fears, and part of getting over them is to admit you have one. The big one. The one you can't control.
My biggest fear is of snakes. I have good reason and although I'm much older now to this day when I'm surprised by one I freak out for a moment.
When I was 5 we went to Texas to visit cousins. At a picnic we played wiffleball. I was little and in left field when the ball came my way. It went over my head and they all cheered, "Get the ball, find the ball, throw it home!" So I did find it. It was up against a log near the scrub of the boundry, so I reached for it, and when I did I felt heat. At first it was hot in a spot, like a wasp sting, then it went up my arm like electricity. I held my arm up to throw the ball, still being cheered on and saw a snake attached as tall as I was. I tossed the ball lamely, and started to run. The snake let go and a few feet later my Dad tackled me. Next thing I knew I was in the hospital being treated for rattlesnake.
2007-02-16
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