Years ago, when I first moved to New Orleans where I lived for three years, a few of us decided to get out town during one of the tourist events. We drove to Biloxi, Mississippi. That was the first time I saw purple lightening. It was coming down over the ocean. I'll admit, it was pretty. But, I wasn't consumed with the loveliness. No. Because when I was ten years old and in sleep away camp the bunk I was staying in was struck my lightening. I'll never forget that noise and the bright light or the terror. My childhood home was struck not once but twice. (We fortunately had a lightening rod.) Yeah...I don't like lightening. During really bad storms while my family sleeps, I hide under my covers and try to will the storm away.
I love to go new places. This is a problem because of my absolute fear of plane crashes. Well, most people are afraid of the plane going down. But, in my life, my Uncle died in a plane crash. And then years later, on the other side of the family, my Aunt's brother and sister-in-law were killed in a major commercial airline crash. I fly because I have to in order to live the life I want but I don't like it. No, not at all.
How about all of you? What frightens you??