Speaking of snakes I used to have this weird idea that there were snakes under my bed. The snakes only bit at things that were red. My nightgown was of course red. Also, apparently they only struck when the lights were off because I can remember having to summon up the courage to get out of bed and turn off the light switch then run as fast as my little legs would go and jump onto the safety of my twin sized bed.
It must have been after the Copperhead ordeal but I really don't remember. I wish I had a memory like my brother. It seems the older I get the worse my memory gets, not that it was that good to begin with.
Did any of you guys have weird phobias when you were kids, or maybe you still have them!