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I know I'm cheating a little, but this post is a continuation of my last two posts about fears. Sometimes they are unreasonable - like heights or elevators or closed in places. Mind you, the fears are real; there's just no reason behind them.

Yesterday and the day before, I talked about some things that scared me through my childhood. They were ridiculous, goofy things that shouldn't have scared anyone, but they terrified me. And might I just add that the terror still visits every now and then when I'm at my most vulnerable? I don't stare up at the ceiling anymore, but I still hate windows at night! Yikes! (And yes, as I wrote yesterday's post in the

I'll Get You, My Pretty!

Couldn't resist this pic when I saw it posted on Facebook. This gal created the very essence of fear to me as I grew up.

Remember when Dorothy watched out the window, after the glass had hit her in the head? She saw the mean old woman first riding her bicycle and then turn into this gal riding a broomstick. I