This post is part of the Blog Everyday in May challenge which I’m starting a wee bit late.
Day 7: The thing(s) you’re most afraid of.
I’m deathly afraid of snakes.
But not to the point of ophidiophobia. I think.
There was a point in my life when even these scaly creatures invaded my dreams on an almost-daily basis. Every night, I’d dream of snakes – big snakes, small snakes, one snake, many snakes, pythons, anacondas, you name it…
It got so bad that when I DIDN’T dream of snakes, it’d be a big deal. A red-letter day.
My parents shared with me years ago that when I was probably 5 or 6 years old that they found me on the verandah and there was a snake beside me. It wasn’t poised to attack but it was just there. And I was just there. We were next to one another. They think that this could’ve been the catalyst for my fear of snakes.
I don’t even want to analyse this because just writing these few words about it…I’m already getting goosebumps.