The text color for today is green, like the simulated skin of my terror-inflicting nemesis.
this all started with a family vacation. me, my mom and dad, and my big sister, went to south Dakota while en route to our family reunion in Wyoming. we stopped in at a little place called wall-drug, although i suppose the word "little" doesn't quite cut it. this place had suits of armor, a hallway chock full of.....stuff. (i was three, okay? i only remember the trauma. the trauma!) and a life-size replica of the dinosaur from Jurassic park.
that in itself was scary, but hey, the thing only moved like two feet right and left, and i realized that i could overcome my fear if i just stood up and faced it. i had read the sign that stated "t-Rex will roar every hour"
i had taken that into consideration. but after waiting around for a while, i began to doubt it. it was now or never, i marched right up to that reptilian bullie and said in my squeaky three-year old voice: "I'm not scared of you!" of course then it leaned over and roared. riiiiiight in my face. the last thing i remember is burying my head in my mom's lap, and then it all went black.......
afterward, i actually did go back in and face my fear. my mom says that i was pretty brave about it, all though i wouldn't know, i only remember the trauma. the trauma! and to this day, i am terrified of dinosaurs. especially the robotic kind.
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