I am afraid of three things:

1) tarantulas
2) children
3) tarantula children

Last night, to my delight, I discovered that I am afraid of a fourth thing:

4) walking in the forest in the dark

Whee!

We went to Lighthouse Park last night to watch the fireworks display. I had a massive panic attack on the way to the beach, and it was totally super: I was deathly afraid of falling down.

It would appear that I have very bad night vision. We were climbing over rocks and trees and bears, and I couldn’t see a thing. Coupled with my unsure footing brought on by my super deformed bones, I was convinced that I was about to fall down a very large cliff and into a pit of bears and thorns and it would hurt a lot. It sucked. I hate panic attacks; I spent most of the fireworks sobbing and shaking. I’m sure they were very pretty, but I was in no condition to enjoy anything.

I will not allow myself be talked into doing anything like that again.

Stupid bears.