When I was little, I was extremely terrified of mummies. If
I went to a museum that had a mummy exhibit, I would be terrified, even if my
parents promised me we wouldn’t go that area. But I was still so scared that I
would turn the corner and see one. But now, I’m mainly afraid of situations I’ve
made up in my head, public speaking, and death—all real life things. I mean,
mummies are real, but they’re not actually scary. Things I used to be afraid of
as a child now make up a lot of the things I enjoy today: African tribal masks,
farm animals, horror movies, reptiles, etc. But now I mainly just worry about
dying without making an impression on anyone or the world, and being kidnapped.
I guess I’m more worried about realistic; the inevitability of death is more
terrifying than barnyard animals or traditional masks.
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