The scariest place in the world!!!
(When I was a kid it was)
My parent’s basement!!
What is it when you are a kid? A dark basement in your house can be the worst place to ever be, by yourself. When I was younger, I absolutely hated to go downstairs into that deep, dark dungeon. I had thoughts of ax murderers, ghosts, witches, bats, rooms crawling with bugs and anything else my vivid imagination would bring up of what all was living down there. You would have thought someone lit my ass on fire when I came back up the stairs after turning the lights off. Who knew I could climb stairs that fast?!?
One of the reasons I despised going down to the basement was because of the CHINA DOLL. If you haven’t heard the story of the china doll, you should check it out here, CHINA DOLL STORY.
Of course now, that story is just silly. But, when I was a kid I never wanted to go to sleep because I heard this story and then come to find out, WE had a china doll in our basement!!! That kind of stress no kid should have to handle. So, needless to say I hated our basement and having to go to sleep in our house.
As we got older, the basement was just another floor to our house. But, the scariness was passed on to my kids. We live in Florida, we don’t have a basement. So, somehow our first floor became “the basement.” The other night, all 3 of us were upstairs and all the lights were off downstairs. My oldest needed to get something out of her book bag which happened to be located on the scary floor. I told her to go ahead and get it. She looked at me reluctantly, and walked slowly to the stairs. She ran so fast down and back up the stairs that it shook the entire house. Come to find out, she thinks a bear lives in our downstairs bathroom and it only comes out when she is down there by herself. Let me show you a picture of this bathroom.
Even with the lights off you can see the entire bathroom clearly.
According to her, the bear lives in the wall and then it comes out to attack her. Gotta love our imaginations when we are kids. Thanks to me, she can read this blog post when she gets older and show it to her friends about how brave she was as a child. Too bad my mom didn’t keep that china doll….I’m just kidding, I would never do that to my kids! 😉