Have I told you that I am afraid of dogs? I've been afraid of them for as long as I can remember. While digging through old photos, I think I found the day this fear began. March 15, 1982.
Fine. I put that mean looking dog there to make my fear seem more rational. The original photo is below. Notice how I am moving my sausage arms far away from that super fierce poodle? Survival of the fittest. The fear still lingers as an adult but I do sorta want a dog. Only because I have a great name for one (which I think is the wrong reason to get a dog). I can't tell you the name because another of my fears is that people will steal my ideas.
P.S. According to the back of the photo, that cat is named Mom. What?
What are you afraid of?