My daughter, it seems, has been cursed with my imagination and fear. When I was growing up I was insanely afraid of something happening to my parents whenever they went out. I used to have all kinds of hideous and gruesome thoughts about horrible things happening to them while they were out. If they were so much as a couple minutes later coming home than what they said they would be I would freak and panic. One time not long after I started babysitting my brother I actually called a neighbor over to our house because I was so panicked about them being late. I think they were 15 minutes late, but those 15 minutes I was so freaked I almost made myself sick.
Anyway, Michael went out on his motorcycle just a little while ago. He's been gone maybe 20 minutes. Michaela is in tears because he's "NEVER been gone this long on his motorcycle." Oh boy.
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