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What are you afraid of?

It's Friday the 13th a day in which urban legends come out and people become a little bit superstitious or a little more frightful.   

I remember in the late 90s - early 2000s playing Friday the 13th on the Sega Genesis.... 
All was fine in the day light as you walked around the campground and sometimes you had to get in the boat to go across the lake to the other side. 
Life was good... The children were safe.  Then it started to get dark... your Children numbers started dropping, and you had to go find what was taking the children and you knew what was taking them. 


 You now had to search each of the cabins and in the darkeness even though you expected it at every turn Boom there was JASON and you just said holy S#@T  and screamed a bit in terror.  


You took your little rock and threw it at Jason and did your best to dodge the knife as he slashed at you.   Sometimes you defeated him, Sometimes he killed you.  Sometimes he ran away or sometimes you ran away.  But If you ran away he always chased you outside..  

It was a bit terrifying as a kid and yet you continued to play the game because it was fun and entertaining.  We learned that a little bit of fear can bring out something extraordinary.  Sometimes when we're afraid we grow stronger.  Sometimes we just want to hit under the bed and wait for the big bad to go away.   But facing a beast such as JASON with a little rock really did make you feel like David facing Goliath.  

As I've gotten older scary movies aren't entertaining to me anymore  (not that I ever really recall being a huge fan of them.)  But between the blood and gore.. it's too real in life.  I have had family members and friends murdered and it doesn't entertain me to watch it in a movie or on tv.    

But as I think of today being Friday the 13th ... one of the scariest days of the year.  Think about thing things that make you fearful. 

Ask yourself...  What am I afraid of?  

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