I decided to work on setting up the "Easy Set" pool today. We left it up over the winter and it was full of leaves and foul-smelling water. While working away in the hot sun (I seem to choose the hottest days of the year to work on the pool), I thought of blog posts to write. One of them which I cannot remember now had something to do with my paranoia and my Dad. All I remember about it is part of a post explaining how I come by mild paranoia honestly, as the daughter of a WWII combat vet who occasionally went through our tiny house securing it ala police officers "clearing" a suspicious location. Several times in my childhood we returned from an evening away from home, at my brothers' baseball games for example, and Dad sensed something not quite right. We couldn't enter the house until he went through it to his satisfaction, looking behind all doors, opening closets, etc. It was an admittedly strange part of my upbringing.
Oh, maybe all I wanted to write about was the two big spiders and medium-sized frog I found while cleaning the pool? The spiders reminded me of my extreme childhood fear of bugs. In reminiscing about some of my other childhood fears (storms, the dark, and dogs spring quickly to mind), I realized it is no wonder I was a fearful child, considering the above incidents.
Yeah, that must have been it.
The pool is not up yet. There's a leak somewhere in the inflatable ring. I will try to find it tomorrow. If I can't find it, I will try to convince Mr. Frugal (aka my husband) to buy a new one.
Summertime!!!
What was your biggest childhood fear?
Blessings,
Sandy
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