When I was younger, I was deathly afraid of my sister's strawberry shortcake doll because my sister had shaved the head and it now resembled Chucky. Yes, the evil doll from Child's Play. I had a recurring nightmare in which the doll ran after me down the stairs and jumped on my back. My mom was doing dishes and I tried screaming for help - but of course - I had no voice. Ugh. worst effing feeling ever!
But then you grow up and kind of forget all about the superficial fears (such as nightmares) and start having real fears. adult fears.
For example, I fear being jobless. On the flipside, I also fear open water and the
Candles are out,