DRAMA LAMA: CHILDHOOD RELAPSE 1

Drama Lama: Childhood Relapse 1 

It's the dead of winter. The snow falls silently around me. The woods have an eerie feeling about them.

My mate has disappeared from my sight. I’m afraid to call out for her. I don’t want anyone to know that I’m here alone. I stop, listening for any sound of her…or someone else. I’ve feared the woods for the longest time. When I was younger, my mother told me a story about the big bad wolf, which still to this day creeps me out from time to time. I always had trouble falling asleep at nap time, like most young children do, so her solution was a story. She told me that the big bad wolf lived in the woods and he would come down the road to our house in a little yellow car, looking to see if the children were asleep like they’re supposed to be. And if they weren’t asleep, he would take them into the woods where he’d murder them and eat them. My brain exploded with sparks when she was done. Why the hell would she tell me this? I laid there under my blanket, terrified that I was going to get eaten by a giant wolf who drove a little yellow car.  I didn’t sleep that night either. I remember looking out over the front garden and down the moonlit room. I was looking for any sign of movement that would signal that he was coming and then I’d be ready. I was armed with an army of stuffed toys and a heavy book to crack him in the head with.  The moonlight was cold and unsettling as it bathed the grass and plants in an odd frosty glow. I saw a dark thing move in the trees that lined the road and my courage evaporated. I dove for the bed and hid under the blankets until day break. I figured that it would be safe to sleep in the sunlight…when I was not supposed to be asleep. Keep the enemy on his toes. 

Anyway, back to the winter scene. I was standing there, more fearful then I’d ever been in my 7 years. After what felt like an eternity, my friend’s dark outline appeared in my field of vision. By this time the snow fall had become more of a downpour of flakes than anything else. She grabbed my wrist and told me that we were going back inside. She led me through the frost-laden trees and across the street to her front garden. Standing there as we waited for her mum to open the door, I glanced back at the woods. Greyish swirls of snow blew through the dark outlines of the trees, giving it the appearance that demons were hiding within the snowy mist. I'm not sure if it was just my imagination, or if something was really there....but I'm still uncomfortable when I think back to that memory.

I’m not sure why, but I keep dreaming of this memory and it’s been in the back of my mind lately, despite this happening 18 years ago. I think its because the snow was so haunting and the trauma of the wolf story are so vivid and I’m feeling nervous about my upcoming book release and there are things about a few of my mates that have been nagging me lately.

What memories do you guys have that are scary and have impacted your adult life?
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