When I was a child , maybe 10 years-old, I would wake up having what I thought were nightmares.I felt like I was falling, screaming , scratching the falls,bumping things off the walls. My sister would get up with me to help calm me down and we would often go to the kitchen. In the kitchen she would make me a magical drink to put me back to sleep. A fizzy. How often it happened, I do not remember. And, it wasn't until the doc prodded me about my new brain bleed and that it must of happened before, it came pouring out.
It also explains why I had a huge fear of being dizzy, hated merry go round rides, ferris wheels, couldn't learn to dive, somersaults, flying. In someways it was a relief to understand those fears I had carried with me all my life. Thank heavens my parents did not take me to the doctor. This was before MRI machines and who knows what they could have tried to do with me.
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