>Getting Over It

>I still vividly remember my first nightmare.

I was three. I was playing outside, when two Ronald McDonalds appeared on the scene. One of them rolled me into a ball and they began playing catch with me. I was begging, crying, screaming for them to stop…

But they just ignored me.

Understandably, I’ve been terrified of Ronald McDonald ever since. But when I saw him making a guest appearance at BlogHer yesterday, I decided that at the age of 34, it was time to finally face my fears.

Bravely, I confronted him.

“You were my first nightmare,” I told him, trembling. “But I’m ready now to overcome my terror of men wearing bright red wigs.”

“Oh, he said. “Okay.” Warily, he put one arm around me for a picture.

I looked at the camera.

And I was liberated from my lifelong phobia.