Published on 10/14/2006

During my early childhood, I was most afraid of a number of things among which were injections, cyclones, ghosts and drilling machines.

Though less important now, syringe needles would send shivers up and down my spine when I was a child. As I usually suffered from running nose and fever, our family doctor had to inject me with antibiotics and I can still recall my father holding me tightly for it. As for the school vaccinations, the sight of the medical team in our class made me imagine the excruciating pain. Worse still, I saw my classmates returning, crying and holding the cotton swab on the injection. A strong and fat nurse prevented me from escaping; I was crying until my turn came. When they saw that I was not being easy, a male nurse caught me and pulled me up. A female nurse rubbed a swab and just inserted the needle. When my agony was over, I came out with firm decision that I would somehow avoid the next vaccination, but I was forced to be present on that day.

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The announcement of a cyclone approaching the island came to me as a bombshell. The generic music on the radio just before the announcement of the cyclone bulletin was very terrifying. I had the strange belief that the cyclone was sent by Demon to destroy our house and to kill us. Worse was to happen if I had lied on that day for I thought that it was going to tear me to pieces. My father had said that too many sins were being made, so the Devil was sending its fury. The grey sky, the howling wind, the flashes of lightning and the rolls of thunder were, in my opinion, the hands of that devil. Thunder was to me a black square shape with piercing eyes and lightning was a gruesome and fierce mass of fire sent to locate the hiding sinners. At times, I used to become hysteric, and my parents had to sit beside me to console me.

Another thing that I was awfully afraid of was ghost. I was made to believe that ghosts were lurking in dark places and were ready to pounce on naughty children. My father would say they were of four shapes: vampires, werewolves, witches and mermaids. They could also be skinny women dressed in white. One night, I remember having watched a blood curdling ghost scene in a horror cine film although it was forbidden to those under fifteen. The imagination of a burly man with fingers in the shape of sharp blades gloatingly staring at me gave me jitters and creeps. I had strange nightmares. My parents had to sit beside me and next morning they were forced to sleep till late!

Drilling machines are the objects that frightened me as a child. I felt their noise piercing my chess and pulling out my heart. Whenever they were drilling on the road, I would run to hide myself. Even today, I am afraid of them, and I prefer to call a cousin to make the drilling if any in my own house.

Of all the things that frightened me, these were the most terrifying and I would never forget them.

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