Today’s prompt is the tell a secret about myself. I’ve previously shared a secret about myself so I didn’t really have another. I may not have mentioned this before but I have an irrational fear of the carousel.
Secret Fear of Carousel?
I know that there’s nothing to be scared of but the fear stems from being a small child. I was on one with Dad when I was a small child and between the noise and the movement. I have a memory of there being a lot of noise and that I had a complete meltdown whilst on the ride. I also have a memory that my Dad threw me off the ride and my Mam caught me.
The problem is, because I was so small, I’m not entirely sure if these memories are real! They’re real enough for me to give carousels a wide berth even now. Although I did summon up the courage to stand near one whilst Dadi and Little Miss went on one recently.
Have you got a secret or an irrational fear?