Specifically, scary old fairy tale witches. I have no idea why this happened, as when I was young, we had a great full sized unfinished basement that was *so* much cooler than the house in Hudson River Valley August. I used to play down there in the laundry/canned good storage area (which was huge, half the basement) and Dad's workshop. I had my own child sized tool box, real tools, not the like plastic ones that make noise you get k know, just kid-sized hammers, saws, screwdrivers, a hand saw, a wire saw and a plane and stuff... it was tomboy heaven!
But at some point, I became convinced, to both my parents' bewilderment and chagrin, that there was an evil witch in the basement, and she was going to get me. I don't recall anyone telling me she was there, or even mentioning the possibility. I just know I developed an unreasoning fear of basements, especially unfinished ones.
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Date: 2010-04-21 10:34 pm (UTC)Specifically, scary old fairy tale witches. I have no idea why this happened, as when I was young, we had a great full sized unfinished basement that was *so* much cooler than the house in Hudson River Valley August. I used to play down there in the laundry/canned good storage area (which was huge, half the basement) and Dad's workshop. I had my own child sized tool box, real tools, not the like plastic ones that make noise you get k know, just kid-sized hammers, saws, screwdrivers, a hand saw, a wire saw and a plane and stuff... it was tomboy heaven!
But at some point, I became convinced, to both my parents' bewilderment and chagrin, that there was an evil witch in the basement, and she was going to get me. I don't recall anyone telling me she was there, or even mentioning the possibility. I just know I developed an unreasoning fear of basements, especially unfinished ones.