I was really, truly terrified of skeletons when I was little.
I remember this National Geographic magazine from my childhood, or maybe it was Gea, that had a skeleton wrapped in a red blanked on the cover. It was a photo of someone who froze to death I think. I remember asking my parents, why it was smiling.
It kept me up at night, to be honest. Why was it smiling?? Skeleton grins were terrifying to me. Also, skeleton hands. When I was little, an actual fear of mine was, to have a skeleton hand grab me by the shoulder.
I remember that one instance too, when I was making faces in the mirror, and I pulled my nose up, and through my nostrils I saw my, uh.. nose.. holes?
I knew what a skeleton's nose looked like. I believe this was the first time I genuinely realized that I had a skeleton in me, and it was a scary thought that someday I'll die and become this thing that I was so scared of.
Last but not least, there was the worst fear that I thought up myself because I was a really morbid child I guess.
When I was little I couldn't sleep at night because I was convinced that there were two skeletons in my house, and when I fall asleep, they will ambush my parents, steal their skin and pretend to be them.
…yeah.
And here I am more than a decade later.
I wouldn't mind a certain skeleton's hand on my shoulder at all. Actually, it would make me feel like I can do anything.
And the same certain skeleton's grin is the most beautiful, purest thing in my world.
I don’t ever wonder why he smiles. When he smiles I tend to smile as well, and I don’t want to question this comfortable happiness that I don’t think I’ve ever really felt before in such a casual way.
Oh, also when I was little I was terrified of the goblins from Princess and the Goblin, Jean Bon from Courage the Cowardly Dog, Bernd the Bread, Baby Sinclair and Bradley P. Richfield from Dinosaurs, and Junior Gorg from Fraggle Rock.
I am still terrified of Junior Gorg.
