Mine would be a gigantic spider, like Ron's. My dad was watching this TV show on tarantulas one time when I was maybe seven (I won't get into the details, but it was GROSS, showing spiders eating birds, ect.), and I've had crippling, paralyzing arachniphobia ever since.
Either that or a trian, because I personally am terrified of them. They're big, enormously heavy, and difficult to stop, not to mention if they go off the tracks there's no way to steer them. It's an accident waiting to happen. And when I was told that my great-great-great and then some grandma was actually RUN OVER by one, that was pretty much the last straw. Not that I ever knew my grandma or even care that I don't, but it's still kinda scary that one of my worst fears actually happened to someone in my family.
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on Wed Nov 28, 2007 10:21 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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