When I was about 4 I tried running away from home. So I told my mom that I was leaving and all she said was "ok" so I packed my bags, went outside in the pouring rain and I walked about one block, till I realized that I was too Scared to knock on someone's door and tell them I was gonna live with them. So I went back home and decided that I wasn't going to do it again.
Ever since I've seen that commercial for smoking and how it ages you prematurely I've been really worried about my ex. He calls himself a stoner and I want to tell him he shouldn't smoke but I feel like he won't want to talk to me anymore. I'm Scared that one day I'll hear that he died of smoking.
When I was little, I used to play piano. I would go to our guest room to practice. I was so Scared that someone would hear how good I was, and kidnap me for my talent that I stopped practicing, and I no longer play music.
I'm deathly afraid of thunderstorms. When I hear that one is coming, I get under my bed with blankets, a pan of brownies and my dog (She's as Scared as I am). And we wait out the storm.