[BDBohnzie]

I'm not a big fan of ladders or being in high places without some sort of railing/security. When I was 7 or 8, frisbee got stuck on the roof of a garage at the beach. 8 foot garage, told my Dad I'd go get it. As soon as I got on that roof, I froze. Dad had to come up and help me down the ladder.

Also not a big fan of fire, although I'm slowly conquering that one. In 7th grade science class, a buddy of mine was playing with a striker near the gas supply where you hook a hose up to connect to a bunsen burner. Needless to say, the gas wasn't completely turned off, and he hit the striker near the supply and a fireball flew in my direction. I lifted my binder in front of me to block it. Scorched the back of my binder pretty good. So ever since then, matches, lighters and I aren't very close buddies.

And while I'm ok with my own blood, if I see enough of someone else's blood, I get hellaqueasy. And while I'm getting blood drawn, I completely look in the other direction. Learned I can't watch my blood being drawn the hard way...almost passed out on a 5 foot 100lb phlebotomist...