My two fears.

There are two things that I'm afraid of: Trees in the winter and elevators.

Trees in the Summer are okay because they are strong, they have leaves on them and nothing weighing them down. But in the winter it's a whole different story.

Every since I was a little girl I was afraid to ride the elevator. The whole idea of standing in a metal box being lifted by wires just didn't do it for me. If we were in a place that had elevators I would usually find the stairs and walk to whatever floor we needed to go on. I've gotten better since I was a younger. When I went to college I was assigned the 11th floor of the dorms. THE ELEVENTH FLOOR. Do you know how hard it is to walk/run up eleven floors? I do. In the end I gave in to my fears of elevators. I didn't like it and I still don't but I accepted the fact that sometimes you have to ride the elevator. Here at my office we have an elevator, it's glass so I can handle it a whole lot better. I still get antsy in elevators, I hate how slow some of them are. And if they are too noisy my heart starts beating and my breath gets shallow and I pace until the doors open. But then again if they are too quite then I worry that they aren't moving and the same thing starts to happen. At least with the glass elevator I can see if we are moving or not.

I wasn't afraid of trees until my second or third year in college. I had spent the night at Little Miss's house and sometime during the night it had snowed. And it snowed ALOT. It was a early snowfall middle of October so all the leaves hadn't fallen off the trees yet. I was late for school so I hurried and got dressed and went out to my mom's car. I was excited to see that it had snowed, but annoyed because I was late and now had to get the 2 feet of snow off my windshield. I could hear snapping in the trees from the weight of the snow. In my mind I formed a plan of what I would do should one of those branches fall. I left the saftey of my car and ran up the walkway to Little Miss's front door. I heard a snap and then next thing I knew I was crawling out from underneath a big ass tree branch. I screamed for help and the neighbors who were playing in their backyard came to my rescue. They helped me into Little Miss's house and the minute I entered the warmth of her house the snow on my head melted and the blood rushed down my face. Little Miss who thought I was screaming because she knows how much I LOVE SNOW came out suprised to see me bleeding. They got me layed down and Little Miss (my little doctor) assessed the situation. I had a cut on my head but she wouldn't let me get up. So we decided to call my mom and let her know what happened. I talked to her and told her that I had a scratch on my head, Little Miss took the phone and told her the truth. That I had a really deap gash and my scull was dented. Yes dented! Of course I was parked behind everyone and in the confusion of the tree falling on my head I lost my keys. So we had to get the neighbor who owned the tree to take me to the hospital for stiches.

Funny side story: While at the hospital I was waiting in the emergancy room for the doctor to come look at me. When he finally came in he asked me how far along I was. I was so confused because I thought I was there because a tree had fallen on me. I seriously asked him how I got pregnent from a tree falling on me! I was so confused!

So those are my two fears. I'm still afraid of trees and elevators but I'm working through it. I still walk around trees and if I can help it I'll take the stairs instead of the elevator.