When I was little, I used to play piano. I would go to our guest room to practice. I was so Scared that someone would hear how good I was, and kidnap me for my talent that I stopped practicing, and I no longer play music.
Today I woke up with my dog humping my leg. I'm still not sure how to react. I haven't spoken to my dog since. I'm Scared.
When I was about 4 I tried running away from home. So I told my mom that I was leaving and all she said was "ok" so I packed my bags, went outside in the pouring rain and I walked about one block, till I realized that I was too Scared to knock on someone's door and tell them I was gonna live with them. So I went back home and decided that I wasn't going to do it again.
When I was 12, me and my little brother were throwing stones at the lake, I accidentally hit him on his forehead and he started bleeding so much that I was Scared to tell my dad, so I pushed him off the dock. Then I told my father that he was drowning in the lake and I rescued him. As a reward I got a new bicycle.