Hope you’re having an appropriately scary week. We are. A phantom rang our doorbell (but he left a bag of candy on the porch). My son won’t stop singing the What Does the Fox Say song (thank you, my son’s elementary school, for playing it over the speakers during morning announcements). In her school picture, my daughter looks like she’s just been told Santa’s not real.
I’ve had fun reading my guest writer’s scariest experiences. There are more coming, on other topics. I’m not sure what my scariest experience is–there are a few contenders: the moment, in labor, I found out my son’s heartbeat had dropped so low an emergency c-section was ordered now; the moments I was stuck in a traffic jam on an off-ramp that snaked onto the highway and looked into my rearview mirror to see a large van barreling toward me (he veered away, tires screeching, at the last minute); the moment I saw the giant (fake) centipede my sister had placed on my lap.
And I can’t forget the forty-five minutes of pure terror during a ride in an old four-seater hundreds of feet above Lake Michigan, the wind tossing our little plane about like a leaf, with my husband at the wheel. He does not fly, people. This was a lesson. His first lesson. And it was my idea. Mine!
I used to scare myself on purpose–a childhood of Ghost in the Graveyard, Light As a Feather Stiff As a Board, and Friday the 13th. I loved haunted houses and ghost stories. Then, a few years ago, I was sitting in a movie theater with my husband and brother-in-law watching Saw, and thought, “Why am I doing this? This is torture.” That was it.
On a less scary note, I’ve created an Author Page on Facebook. Since you all here at my blog have been among the first to read my writing by choice, and I’m so grateful for it, I’d love to welcome you over there. You can click HERE, or over that-a-way in the righthand sidebar.
Happy trick-or-treating and may you be cursed with many spiderwebs. Enjoy these photos of a family friend’s home decorated for Halloween; she goes all out: