Let's get freaky

When I was ...oh, let's say 10... I went to the fair with my brother and father. My dad took us through one of the sideshows. In a box the size of a large suitcase was a lady contortionist. My dad warned me she would be in the box before I looked, so I lingered before walking past. I could only look down for a fraction of a second, because the idea that someone could bend their body to fit in such a small space triggered strong anxiety in me. I seem to have overcome this fear, but I think it tied into my extreme fear of death when I was younger. I have since seen many more contortionists as an adult and rather than fearing them I am fascinated by them.



Contortionists, I salute you. Your skill truly boggles my mind.