At A Young Age

From a young age I felt I was living in a world of giants. Everything was gigantic to me. Sometimes een frightening. Mom, Dad, the couch, my bed, my parent's bed, the house, and so on--all these things and more were big to me at that age. The fireplace, with the big mouth and all the brick sticking out of it made the fireplace look like it had spines, was the worst. I remember when I was about 4 or 5 years old, every time

my Dad would get a fire going, I would hear the crackle, pop, and sizzling noises coming from the fireplace. Instantly I would make a dash for my bedroom, climb up onto my gigantic bed and crawl to hide under the covers. I eventually got over it over the years, but the one thing i didn't get over was my bed. My bed was ay too big for me at that age. It was about 6 X 4' bed and sood about 3' off the ground. Like I said, "really big." Sometimes it would take me a few tries before I got up onto the bed.

As the years progressed on and I got older, things around me in life, either stayed the same or got larger. Cars got bigger and faster, buildings grew taller. When I was about 7-10 years old, buildings would fascinate the crap out of me. I asked my dad one time, "Why are the buildings so high in the sky?" He told me that, "the people that run these buildings all race to see who can reach the clouds first. That is why they call them Skyscrapers." I was mind-boggled, but at the same time horrified. I was scared of heights at the time and did not want to go inside any o the so called Skyscrapers in downtown Seattle. I wanted to just gaze up at them from the safest spot I knew of, the ground.

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