Here is a little thing about me you may not have known: I have a fear of windows. More specifically, ground floor windows with open curtains, especially at night. But this fear is not my fault. I blame it on an illustrator of a children’s book I saw a long time ago.
I am not one who encourages “scars” from childhood, but this one has stuck on me. Imagine this, a little girl about 4 or 5 years old, going to the library with her mom and siblings. She peruses through the shelves and picks up a random book. She stares at the cover. Not because it was beautiful and enchanting, but because it had a picture of something scary, a kind of reality of what is happening in the world. It was a sketch of an old man, perhaps a grandpa, sitting in an armchair in front of the fireplace. A little girl sat in his lap and he was reading to her. Both completely oblivious to the danger only a few feet away. Behind them was a window, with the curtains open, and a man looking in!
From them on, I feared being watched and not knowing that I was being watched. He could have been a dangerous man. Perhaps this illustration stuck with me because there is a truth to life that comes with it. There are so many what if’s, I don’t want to dwell on it.
We should not live in fear, but I admit that I do close my curtains proper every night!
What scares you?