Rockstars, Roadrunners & Hockey
As I sit here indoors, hiding from the sweltering heat I started thinking about my childhood. In particular, I started thinking about the things I was afraid of when I was young.
Don’t blame me. It was all Leonora Watkins’ fault. I just finished reading her story about the strange things that gave her the heebie-jeebies when she was a kid and as is often the case, my mind started racing backwards to my youth and the early to mid-70s. Here’s her story, do check it out:
I was never afraid of standard things like the dark or thunderstorms. My fears were more, well, unconventional.
As a small kid, maybe 2, 3 or 4, I was terrified of rockstars. Not just any rockstars, the ones with makeup like KISS. There was something about dudes in full-face makeup that scared the life out of me. My brother, 15 years my senior would watch them on television and I’d run for the hills. Well, not the hills, more like the kitchen or anywhere else that left Paul, Gene, Ace and Peter out of my field of vision.
