All things which go BUMP in the night

I thought that I would take a momment to share one of my more embarassing childhood beliefes. I can not take credit for the idea to do this as I got it from this site http://spiltmilkblog.blogspot.com/. And so with out further ado.

Isn't it crazy the things that little kids believe and get scared of? That boiler in the basement. The cemetary at night. The chair in your bedroom that makes that eery shadow on the wall. Yet I've never found anyone who had quite the same fear as me. I was, in fact, afraid of flushing the toilet. At some point after being potty trained I got it into my Lumpy head that there was an evil geanie who lived in the toilet. And this geanie would come rushing up from the hole in the bottom of the toilet when the toilet was flushed and grab ahold of your naked bottom and pull you back down through the hole along with everything else there.

And so for years if someone was able to watch me without my knowing it they would see me go into the bathroom. Do my business. Get up, stare at the toilet handle for a few seconds. Pull the handle and then run as fast as my little adrenaline filled legs could carry me out of the bathroom down the hall and into my bedroom. Where I would half jump half dive into bed where I felt safe. Or if it were day time I'd come sprinting round the corner down the hall and into the kitchen where I would slow down and pretend everything was just fine.

Even back then I realized the fear was silly. I'm happy to say however that I grew out of it. After flushing the toilet at work I do not immediatly begin a terror filled sprint for my cube.