When I was quite young, we were living on Woodlawn Ave, in Kittery, Maine, and an event occurred that might have been real or imaginary, to this day I am still not sure. I remember running madly up the cellar stairs trying to out run a bee that was chasing me. Well, I survived that OK.
While living in the Admiralty Village in Kittery, I would have reoccurring nightmares but I don't remember the details of the dreams, just that it was the same dream each time. I don't think that lasted too long.
It sounds silly now, but when I was in high school in Kennebunk, Maine, I was beside myself with worry, wondering if I would be ready for a test or get homework assignments done on time, and just making the grade. Not to mention public speaking.While a teenager, I was still inexperienced at driving and lost control of the car when driving too fast through a turn and went off the road resulting in an accident.
When living in Somersworth, NH, I was really freaked out when I saw my baby son falling from the kitchen table to the floor and not being able to get their fast enough to catch him. It was like a slow motion scene in a movie. Thankfully, he was OK.
Probably the most scariest of all were the moments before my heart surgery. I was lying on the gurney, ready to be rolled into the operating room when a wave of fear went over me, with the knowledge that I am going to be knocked out, my heart and lungs are going to be stopped, and I may never wake up again. Of course, everything turned out fine.
I am fortunate that my experiences of fear are relatively trivial. I can only imagine the trauma that others have been through.
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