Fear Itself

“My grandparents have a cottage on Lake George in New York, and when I was little, my brother and I would go pick wild blueberries in and around the swamp at the back of their property. Being little and clumsy, I slipped off the wood plank path and into the water, getting stuck in the mud, of course. It took a few minutes to get me out, and when I finally did, there were two leeches on my right leg. Smreaming and crying, but refusing to move at all, they were quickly removed, but I’ve been terrified of leeches ever since.” -Cee