Her mother, father and siblings had gone down through the hatch. Mother reached up with one hand.
“Come on. It’s okay. Climb down the steps.”
Emily sat near the maw of the submarine. She sniffed and shook her head. The hole gaped, dark and cavernous, like death. Mother turned away.
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This is a true story. As a child, approximately age 4, I accompanied my family on an educational trip to tour a submarine. Everyone went down inside.
I was terrified at the thought of going down into that scary, musty-smelling thing and refused to go. My parents got frustrated and simply left me there near the entrance into the sub while they continued the tour.
All of my life, I have been afraid of depths. For example, I love to snorkel, but am extremely afraid of the idea of scuba diving. By contrast, I love climbing. As a child used to get in trouble for running around on the rooftop of our family home. I’ve always loved climbing up to heights to see panoramic views. And I once went skydiving, which was the thrill of a lifetime.
Just don’t make me crawl down below the surface of anything. I could never be a coal miner!
Thank you for reading! As always, I appreciate your support.
(Source: Pixabay image by Michel van der Vegt)
