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*The big one: escalators, especially very fast ones. I was convinced the teeth would eat me. If my poor mom forgot to hold my hand stepping on to the escalator, I would stand at the top or bottom and sob, and she would have to make the full circle, grab me by the hand, and attempt once again to head to our destination (DC folks: the escalators at White Flint mall usually were the scene of this drama).
*When my mom would make me wear blue or red socks, I was miserable. Like, tears. I was convinced I looked like a boy. Please note, I *still* don't like colored socks, and I hate and avoid hosiery in general. I have many pairs of white socks for the gym, a few pairs of black socks for very cold days when I have on black pants and black shoes...and that's about it. Since I have been dressing myself, I don't think I have *ever* left the house in anything but white or black socks.
*John Merrick, the Elephant Man. A classmate did a report on him in 5th grade, and I was freaked out for MONTHS. (This was followed by a unit in a different class on the hangings of the witches of Salem. My parents were very confused about why they kept waking up to find me sleeping on their bedroom floor.) (Also note: 25+ years later, I STILL will not watch that movie.)
*A couple others have mentioned: the creature under the bed and stinging insects (Please note, I am 39 years old as I write this, and I have never been stung by a bee...largely because I flap my arms and scream).
*Also funny: My oldest friend was TERRIFIED of turtleneck shirts as a child, because she was afraid she would not come out of the other end.
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