Hello and Happy Friday!
I'll admit it, I love memes. I don't post or share many because many of them are offensive or use vulgar language but know this: 90% of all the memes I've seen I think are hilarious.
That said, the one at the top of this post has been making its way around Face Book lately and it's a rare one that actually applies to my life in a wildly personal way. See, I have worn socks to bed since I was six, and while I tell myself I wear them NOW because I'm old and my feet get cold at night, I feel I have to be honest about why I STARTED wearing socks to bed.
As regular readers of this blog know, I am a HUGE life long fan of the TV show "Emergency." As a child, Johnny Gage was my personal hero and my imaginary friend. (Yep, I was the weird kid at school pretending I needed to be rescued and guess who rescued me every time? Maybe that's how I got my start writing romance...)
The original air date for this episode was October 27, 1973. That's about two weeks before I turned six. I was a little, impressionable, and very inventive kid. So watching my personal hero (and my imaginary bestie) get taken down by a snake...well, I don't recall having a fear of snakes before that moment, but ever since I have been terrified of all things long and scaly.
That night, October 27, 1973, I went to bed, wearing socks and this specific thought: If I wear these socks to bed the rattle snakes that are OF COURSE lurking at the foot of my bed will not be able to bit through the sock and kill me.
Yes, it's true. Not only did I develop a crippling fear of snakes that I carry with me even now, decades later, but I thought socks could protect me from the snakes that lived in my bed.
There was some logical thought behind this. See, my mother, who watched Emergency with me, explained that rattle snakes liked warm places. Foot of my bed under the covers, very warm, even in the coldest Michigan winters.
Check.
She told me that if you were very, very still the snakes couldn't see you and then you'd be safe.
Even at the age of five I knew I kicked in my sleep. Nowadays I consider that my run for the day, but back then I just knew I kicked a lot. So staying still...nope.
Check.
Plus, I knew the likelihood of the guys from Station 51 coming in to protect me from snake venom was pretty slim, so I had to protect myself the best way I could.
Check.
Never mind that I take after my paternal grandmother in that most of my life I've run hot rather than cold. Never mind that I don't like the feel of socks in bed. I braved sweaty feet and the uncomfortable friction between socks and sheets because I HAD TO PROTECT MYSELF AGAINST THE RATTLE SNAKES THAT LIVED AT THE FOOT OF MY BED.
I believe I was in high school before I convinced myself that no, rattle snakes do not hide at the foot of my bed ready to strike.
And yet, even now...I will crawl into bed with fully clothed feet. I tell myself it's because I'm cold.
But now you know the truth.
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