True story.

Seriously. When I was younger, I was terrified (and in some cases, still am)....of everything. I'm dead serious. Those jibber-jabber toys? You know, the ones that you shake and they make this weird song? Scared to death of 'em. Those little toys that have those nobs on them and when you turn them on, they vibrate and it makes them roll over the floor? I paniced when I saw them. I'd literally climb up my dad's freakin' legs to get away from them. I'd scream bloody murder if they came towards me.

And last but not least...the dreaded...jack in the box. I hated it the most out of all of them. I only did it a few times that I remember, thinking it wouldn't be so bad...untill out popped jack...and I popped right outta my seat...