So my parents delivered a bag of junk from a drawer of mine at their house. They’ve slowly been unloading my never-ending belongings as they look towards moving someday when their house sells. And so this bag of junk is “542 insights into my soul” as a sixth-grader. Wow. There were the typical notes from friends and useless plastic objects, white-tailed deer report I got a B on, languages I invented(Tarbuney, in case it becomes an actual dialect somewhere, I’d like the credit!), . . . but everything was from sixth grade. Must have been the last time I cleaned that drawer!
I laughed quite a lot the night I went through it all. There was one paper that was all crumpled up that really made me chuckle.
In no particular order six phobias were listed(words in parenthesis are words I am adding):
brontophobia – fear of lightening (also includes thunder – interesting. . . brontosaurus, the thunder lizard! You learn something new everyday.)
photophobia – fear of light
linonophobia – fear of string (ooooo. . .scary)
ombrophobia – fear of rain (or of being rained on)
galeophobia – fear of sharks (which it isn’t, its actually fear of cats. Selachophobia is the fear of sharks.)