When I was a kid, the moment the wicked witch was dead on Wiward of Oz, and her feet disappeared under the house, I was scarred for life. I was maybe 6 or 7.
When I saw WoO when I was 16, I flinched.
Today I think it's cool that just by removing the fake legs, you could fool kids into believing when a witch dies, she disappears for good.
That's what scared me. That when you die, you disappear for good.
Think about it: When we die, we disappear for good.
No wonder I was fucking scared at 6 or 7!!!!
I was afraid of not being remembered when I died.
Yet at 6 or 7, who can explain why we get scared? We just feel the feeling but only at a mature age can we explain why the action leads to the emotion.
Today I am no longer scared.
Phear me!