(I was 3 at this time) It was summer vacation, me and my parents went to a friends cook out. They had a nice playground that I've always been jealous of.. They all went inside for some food, I stayed outside. On their playground they had a Chinese dog (I don't remember what breed) I didn't care. I went to the playground and started climbing up the ladder, when the dog caught ahold of my ankle and started pulling me down. Once I was on the ground the dog started to chew at my head like a chew toy, 2 seconds later my parents heard it and rushed out to get me in the truck, after that I just remember my dad speeding through red lights and an ambulance pulling us over at Costco. Then I don't remember the rest. All I know is that I had 5 doctors. 7 surgeons, and 8 nurses working on me. After that I had 68 stitches, and 10 scars. The reason im sharing this with all of you is because I wasn't terrified of dogs until this. Now at age 13 im not anymore. What im trying to say is: Whatever your scared of, face it, and you'll probably end up not scared of it or even liking it. Look at my profile picture, that's what the dog did to me.
This is kind of... Sad. It's nice to see someone standing up to their fears, hope everything is okay buddy.
I was going to write in a joking post about me being afraid of Emma Watson (in hopes of meeting and "conquering" it) but I decided not to because this is a fairly serious thread and I am clearly not a fairly serious guy.
