Hey all you Experimenters!

This week our challenge is brought to you by Leslie!

Fears

Remember as a child the times you thought monsters were under your bed
or in your closet?
What was a fear you had as a child?
Do you still fear it today?

Ooooooh!! Good one Leslie!

Here are the X Team's layouts:


I Just Can't
By Leslie

Journaling:

They can be happy as can be. I will have NO part of them. Nope, not one single grin, smirk, NOTHING! YUCK! Since I can remember - clowns have always freaked me OUT. "Balloon for you?" NOPE, just move along, let me
grab my mom's leg. I will never like them. They make my skin cr awl. No thanks...I' m ready to escape. GO!"



Fears
By Kimberly

Journaling:

The Key to my Fears,

When I was a little girl, I used to have many fears. Such as...the dark, clos ed in Spaces, Spiders, and many more... The key for me in overcoming my fears has come from my faith and d aily practice in prayer. I am still tempted to be afraid at times, but I am quickly remin ded of the protection I have had through my own personal experiences in my life, to simply trust in God and His perfect will and plan for me. This is how I am able to surrender all my worries to Him and find peace in the midst of my fears today.

Shadows and Bumps!
By Wendy

Journaling:

My fear as a child and still a little bit now was the shadows downstairs. Y our eyes play games with you. Toying with your mind. You think you see something but it's really not there. Noises coming from unexpected places in the house. EAK!

I hate those moments!

Fear is Ok?
By Collette

Journaling:

Afraid to be scared.
It was instilled in me at a very young age that
showing fear equated weakness.
Thankfully I know better now, and I am no longer
afraid to be scared.

The Dream
By Emily

Journaling:

As a young girl, I had not many fears. Of course I feared the occasional spider that made its way up from the bathtub drain, but there was only one thing I truly feared. Only on e thing that left me in a cold sweat, crying out for my mothers loving arms. It was The Dream. It was a recurring nightmare that I experienced from the earliest I can remember.

It starts with little me. I am standing in a courtyard in between two square planter boxes. I notice there is only dirt inside these boxes. Suddenly I have the realization th at I am being chased by a man. I run as fast as my chubby little legs can carry me. I reach my a rms out in front of me, moving them as if I’m swimming through the air. This somehow propels me faster and faster and I reach a stairwell. I run up the stairs, tripping over favorite childhood t oys, as my pursuer remains hot on my trail. Suddenly, as if by magic (as happens so often in dreams) I find myself inside my grandmothers home, running down the hallway. I duck inside her bedroom, throw myself underneath her bed and am surprised and relieved to find a trap door. I crawl inside the unfamiliar haven, and peek out the top, only to see my pursuer’s shoes entering the room. He nears the bed, and I wake up. I wake up drenched in sweat, sheets twisted, my heart beating out of my chest, and I scream out for my mother. It’s alwa ys like this, always the same. Never do I find the courage to recount the dream to her, afra id tha t speaking the words will somehow make the nightmare real.

I’ve often read through books that interpret dreams, but never have I been able to deduce any hidden meanings inside my nightmare. Perhaps the man behind the dream is at the root of the fear. Perhaps if I could see his face, know who he is, I could understand wh y I lived in fear for my entire childhood. Perhaps the dream could explain the innate fear of men I s uffered throughout my life.
But I do know this. I have not had the dream once since I met my husband.

Not once.

The Dark
By Patti

Journaling:

I'm not sure when it started
but I always remember being
afraid of the dark. As a child
I remember shaking in my
bed if I woke up during the
night. Even now as an adult
there are times when it still
happens. I don't want my
kids to be afraid so I try so
hard not to show my fear...
but it's very hard. If they call
my name at night I panic. I
hope that I don't have to move.




Loneliness
By Kimmi

Journaling:

Loneliness was one of my greatest fears growing up.  I feared that I
would never find someone to spend my life with.  Someone that would
take care of me, put up with me, and make me truly happy.  I finally
overcame this fear after meeting Travis.  He took that fear away for
me.  I thank God everyday for allowing me to find that someone that
would take the loneliness away.

Pottyphotophobia
By Kristi

Pot typhotophobia: the fear of someone taking your photo while you are going potty.

I have always peed more than the average person. When I was a little girl, my family even made fun of me by saying, “I gotta go Kristi,” when they had to go the bathroom (mainly when driving many miles for vacations). In this photo, we were on a canoe trip and when Kristi has to go . . . Kristi has to go. So, I went. And what can be worse than squatting in the high grass worrying about something biting your hiney? Of course, that would be someone taking your phot o while you are squatting in the high grass and worrying about something biting your hiney. Do I still have this fear? No. Do I still squat in high grass when there is not a bathroom in sight? You can bet your hiney I do.

Thank you so much Kristi! Your layout is too funny!

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