Me and My Sisters On The Ski Lift at Seven Springs
The Birth Of A Phobia. I never had any type of phobias until that summer of 1972 when my family traumatized me. Prior to these 2 incidents, I was a happy well-adjusted pre-teen who had a glee for life. Riding my bike with no hands down steep hills / smoking cigarettes in the woods with my bad... Sign in to see full entry.