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Okay, let's start with a bit of Story Time.
One day, when I was about 4-years old, I was sitting on my couch watching some good ol' television. Probably Barney or some other kid's show. Anyways, one day, my dad and his best friend come into the living room and are standing at the door. Now these are giant men. Both of them are about 6'2. And I was a little 4-year old. So, they're standing at the door and my dad is holding a pair of giant silver metal scissors and suddenly says, "HEY ARI, TIME TO CUT YOUR FEET OFF!"
Oh. Shit.
So I start racing around the house screaming at the top of my lungs trying to run away from the two giant men chasing me. Being the "smart" kid that I am, I ended up in the bathroom- cornered against the tile wall with the toilet paper dispenser pressed up against my back. To this day I can still feel it poking me in the side. So the two giant men come up to me and my dad's friend grabs my foot. I try to kick away, but I can't, he's just too strong for my little 4-year old feet. Then my dad comes closer and closer with the scissors and you know what he does?
He cuts the feet off my feetie pajamas.
TO THIS DAY, I still have nightmares where I wake up shaking wondering if I still have feet. ;___;
One day, when I was about 4-years old, I was sitting on my couch watching some good ol' television. Probably Barney or some other kid's show. Anyways, one day, my dad and his best friend come into the living room and are standing at the door. Now these are giant men. Both of them are about 6'2. And I was a little 4-year old. So, they're standing at the door and my dad is holding a pair of giant silver metal scissors and suddenly says, "HEY ARI, TIME TO CUT YOUR FEET OFF!"
Oh. Shit.
So I start racing around the house screaming at the top of my lungs trying to run away from the two giant men chasing me. Being the "smart" kid that I am, I ended up in the bathroom- cornered against the tile wall with the toilet paper dispenser pressed up against my back. To this day I can still feel it poking me in the side. So the two giant men come up to me and my dad's friend grabs my foot. I try to kick away, but I can't, he's just too strong for my little 4-year old feet. Then my dad comes closer and closer with the scissors and you know what he does?
He cuts the feet off my feetie pajamas.
TO THIS DAY, I still have nightmares where I wake up shaking wondering if I still have feet. ;___;
So now the discussion.
It's safe to say that whatever happens in your childhood can directly affect your future. If you slipped in a pool and couldn't get out, you're afraid of swimming. Fell off a slide- you're afraid of heights, etc., etc..
Why do these things effect us so much in the future even though we know, as more grown and mature individuals, that as long as we're careful, these things can't hurt us?
Discuss:
-Have you had any traumatic childhood experiences?
-Have you had an irrational fear because of a traumatic childhood experience?
-Have you been able to get over these fears because you've realized you can't really get hurt?
-Etc., etc.
