April 18th, 2009
Skeletons Make Me Sad
Someone recently asked what I was afraid of as a kid. Easy – skeletons.
Around age seven, I had an encyclopedia with a full-page illustration of a creepy skinny bones. I couldn’t even look at that page. I kept the book shoved under my bed. One day I got real brave and decided to face my fear head-on. I got the book out, slowly opened to the horrible page… and found my Dad had taken a pencil and drawn a smile on the skull. A ragged, toothy smile on that face without a face, empty sockets staring back at my suddenly bloodless gaze.
After I finished crying, I gave the book to my mom. I didn’t want it anymore.
Tags: nostalgia
