Fears

The little man popped off with was I afraid of something.  I don't even remember what now and it was just last week.  Whatever it was, my answer was yes.  I am scared of everything.  He kind of looked at me funny.
I am.  I am scared of heights, bridges, water, fire, enclosed spaces, snakes, bugs, groups of people, loud people, cars, planes, trains, etc.  That said....I don't let those fears rule my life.  I don't look for ways to get to places that don't go over bridges.  How would I ever go to Portland?
I think some of my fears are irrational and some aren't.  Fire is a good thing to be afraid of.  And I give it a lot of respect.  And while I'm scared of it, I love to play in it.  It's such a contradiction. 
I don't know where my fears came from.  I don't know when they came to be.  I don't know when I learned how to live with them and still live. 
Maybe the difference is that while I have them, they aren't over the top fear.  Maybe they are part of being a human being. 
So I asked the little man what he is afraid of.  He has taken monsters off his list.  He must still be scared of Chuckie though.  I have explained many many times about characters, which is what Chuckie is, and real people and things.  Doesn't matter.  I know he is scared of creepy things like when his sissy whispers she is going to get him.  It's the whispering. 
I don't know what the little woman is afraid of.  I just know that mostly no one goes to the bathroom by themselves in this house.  Nor do they go to the kitchen from the bedroom by themselves at night even if we have at least four force fields protecting us. 
I just hope that my fears are not making their fears any worse and that they learn how to live with whatever they are when they get older.  Fear can make life pretty hard if not kept under control.