#5
#5- Not so much anymore, but I used to have a fear of thunderstorms. I hated them. My mother would play on this fear of mine and drive me insane on occasion. I remember once a thunderstorm started brewing up and mom made up a story about how a tornado was heading right for us and was going to destroy the house. I, of course, began crying uncontrollably and made her laugh. Dad finally had to tell her to stop. What an evil mother I have.