I remember my brother having a toy snake...you know the rubber ones that little boys like to use to scare people.  Well, my younger brother had one, and I was terrified of it.  I don't recall that he had it long, but I do recall that particular day, he had it out.  I was petrified.  I remember being uncontrollable, and standing in a corner in the living room, screaming at the top of my lungs because he had touched me with it.  My mother tried to get me to calm down, and explained there was nothing of which to be afraid. I wouldn't listen, or stop screaming!  I would not be consoled.

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