My girls have been afraid of dogs next door, pandas roaming the house, monkeys living at Grandma’s house, bugs, wind, thunderstorms, and fun stuff like that.
But everything they’ve been afraid of makes sense to me.
Now me? That is another story.
I am about to make a small confession. Are you ready?
I am scared of flying.
Nothing big, huh? Lots of people don’t like to fly.
And yes, I flew to and from China. Twice. Sixteen hours in the air---one way.
I flew within China on Chinese airlines without understanding the language.
I have flown on small regional jets to to see family. Yes, I popped lots of Dramamine on those flights....for some reason, that helps calm me.
But here is a bigger confession. Brace yourself....
I hate to stop under an overpass. It completely freaks me out. I have come “this” close to getting out of my lane to go an alternate route. I keep waiting for the entire overpass to collapse.
I also hate to drive on a bridge or stop on one. I start to sweat rather quickly. I can feel the road shaking and just anticipate falling.
I remember as a child going on a long bridge in California, looking ahead, and seeing the bridge go directly into the water. Or that was the illusion. I have never forgotten that.
So there you go. My irrational fears.
My kids just laugh at me.
Yep, they love to admit their mom is crazy.