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Jenny's afraid of water
I mean she swims so well, but still
She's afraid of water
And so she won't go near the sea
Not me
Jenny looked at the swirling water in front of her. It was dark, and deep, and seemed like sure death to her. Of course her sister, Katie, thought that the ocean was the best thing after sliced bread, and was already splashing around, swimming out so far that she was barely recogonizable. Jenny was almost four years her senior, but that didn’t mean she was any braver. Jenny could handle most scary things well. She liked roller coasters as well as the next person, and thought that horror movies were awesome. But water she couldn’t handle…She sometimes wished her sister was afraid of something so Jenny would feel a little better.
Katie's afraid of darkness
I mean she sleeps and all, but still
She's afraid of darkness
So when the lights are out she has to hold my hand
I don't understand
Katie lay there, trying to go sleep. How could Jenny fall asleep so quickly? The darkness of the night seemed to loom around her, threatening to swallow her up. Katie didn’t have any silly ideas about what the shadows were. She knew exactly what they were; just shadows. What terrified her about the darkness was that anything might be hiding there. Katie stared at the bottom of her sisters bed (the two shared a bunk bed in their small room) and marveled at Jenny’s ability to sleep. She just lay down and was asleep, instantly. Wasn’t Jenny afraid of anything?
I'm not afraid of anything
Be it mountains, water, dragons, dark or sky
I'm not afraid of anything
Tell me where's the challenge if you never try
So watch me fly
I'm not afraid
I'm not a happy flier. I sit on planes griping the arm rests. If the flight is more then an hour long, I’m screwed. I sweat insanely, and I can’t talk, and I don’t eat anything for hours before the flight so I can be sure that I won’t throw up. People attempt to talk to me, but I just tune them out. I tried listening to music, or reading, but nothing helps. I can’t handle flying. So of course, my family goes on them all the time. We take more vacations in one year then most families in ten. And my sisters love to fly. They can hardly sit still, they're so excited. I try not to show that I'm afraid, but it's impossible to hide it when I'm on a plane. How did my parents raise three daughters to be so different? Why doesn't anything scare my sisters?
I mean she swims so well, but still
She's afraid of water
And so she won't go near the sea
Not me
Jenny looked at the swirling water in front of her. It was dark, and deep, and seemed like sure death to her. Of course her sister, Katie, thought that the ocean was the best thing after sliced bread, and was already splashing around, swimming out so far that she was barely recogonizable. Jenny was almost four years her senior, but that didn’t mean she was any braver. Jenny could handle most scary things well. She liked roller coasters as well as the next person, and thought that horror movies were awesome. But water she couldn’t handle…She sometimes wished her sister was afraid of something so Jenny would feel a little better.
Katie's afraid of darkness
I mean she sleeps and all, but still
She's afraid of darkness
So when the lights are out she has to hold my hand
I don't understand
Katie lay there, trying to go sleep. How could Jenny fall asleep so quickly? The darkness of the night seemed to loom around her, threatening to swallow her up. Katie didn’t have any silly ideas about what the shadows were. She knew exactly what they were; just shadows. What terrified her about the darkness was that anything might be hiding there. Katie stared at the bottom of her sisters bed (the two shared a bunk bed in their small room) and marveled at Jenny’s ability to sleep. She just lay down and was asleep, instantly. Wasn’t Jenny afraid of anything?
I'm not afraid of anything
Be it mountains, water, dragons, dark or sky
I'm not afraid of anything
Tell me where's the challenge if you never try
So watch me fly
I'm not afraid
I'm not a happy flier. I sit on planes griping the arm rests. If the flight is more then an hour long, I’m screwed. I sweat insanely, and I can’t talk, and I don’t eat anything for hours before the flight so I can be sure that I won’t throw up. People attempt to talk to me, but I just tune them out. I tried listening to music, or reading, but nothing helps. I can’t handle flying. So of course, my family goes on them all the time. We take more vacations in one year then most families in ten. And my sisters love to fly. They can hardly sit still, they're so excited. I try not to show that I'm afraid, but it's impossible to hide it when I'm on a plane. How did my parents raise three daughters to be so different? Why doesn't anything scare my sisters?