Happy Blogaversary to my Roomie's blog The Prowl! It's been a year of good advice, hilarity and all around awesomeness, so cheers to that and here is to many more posts! If you haven't read it yet, read it now.
Okay, today's blog post is about my first ever fear. Now I've been afraid of a lot of things. The dark, snakes, sharks, zombies ( which in turn correlates to this story), cute puppies and one eyed monsters under the bed ready to jump out and consume my heart.
But by far my biggest fear has been: Dinosaurs. They scare the shit out of me. I have some perpetual fear that they will rise up from their fossily graves and chase me down and eat me.
I think where it all started was my loving brother. He captialized on my fear a lot when I was little (as most big brothers are entitled to do to their little sisters). As mentioned earlier, who do you think made me fear zombies? I have this distinct memory of my brother chasing me around with his eyes rolled back making weird half dead sounds. I'm not gonna lie people, this was some scary shit.
But there was one fear my brother instilled in me that will never leave my subconscious even as long as I live. It is this terrible nightmare that still afflicts my normally boring dreams of shopping at toys'r'us and running machetes through some of the people in my *ahem* past (you feeling me ladies?). Often these dinosaur dreams start off pretty normal. Like I'm busy saving the world and all of sudden my dream is filled with this sense of dread and I'm being chased by a gigantic T-Rex with it's heart set on consuming me a la Jurassic Park.
I probably watched Jurassic Park to young. Thanks to my brother. I witnessed people getting ripped apart by the claws of a Raptor when I really should have been watching magical trolls dance around the rainbow of friendship. So I had a bad start with dinosaurs. But my loving older brother was crazy about anything dinosaurs. And seeing the fear in my young eyes as the t-rex consumed the man in the porta-potty, he knew instantly that his whole purpose in life was to capitalize on this fear.
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| my brother and I |
Everyday my brother would tell me that scientists were getting closer to extracting DNA from the infamous amber and they would soon be making dinosaur eggs and breeding vicious, scary monsters. I didn't sleep for days. I wasn't raised religious but every night you can be damn sure I was down on my knees praying that scientists would never find the DNA and if they did that maybe they would lose it again.
To this day, I still have Ornithoscelidaphobia. Yes I did look up the scientific name for fear of dinosaurs. See reading this blog isn't a COMPLETE waste of your time. You learn something. I still have nightmares about dinosaurs and I only just watched Jurassic Park last summer for the first time since I was little. And if you must know...it was horrifying.
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