In two days I have managed to watch 3 seasons of Storm Chasers on Netflix. I can’t explain why I enjoy it so much. Its just a reality television show about a bunch of guys chasing weather. But I find it fascinating. It also reminded me of something.
When I was around 7 or 8 I was terrified of hurricanes. To the point of spending hours deciding where in my house I would hide if a hurricane ever hit. But there was one tiny problem, as the saying goes: “In Hertford, Hereford and Hampshire (and Scotland), hurricanes hardly ever happen.”
This also reminded me of another couple of things that I was scared of as a child. Namely aliens, wolves and dinosaurs. The first one can be explained easily. To a young child with an active imagination a combine harvester with its lights on could possibly look like an alien spacecraft. But it is the last two that makes me embarrassed of my 7 year old self.
I have only ever watched one episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer. I have forgotten the plot of this episode but I know it involved wolves. Somehow my fear of the wolves on Buffy turned into a fear of the wolves at Edinburgh zoo. I was positive that these wolves at Edinburgh zoo (even though I am not sure there are wolves at Edinburgh zoo) would somehow manage to escape, swim across the Firth of Fourth and then travel another 50 miles just to terrorise me.
I can see a hill out my window. 500 years ago my ancestors enjoyed burning witches at the top of that hill. 1500 years before that the Romans built a fort at the top of it. A couple of million years before that it was a volcano. So it made sense to my 7 year old brain that there could possibly be dinosaurs buried under that hill which could possible come back to life and go on a Jurassic Park type rampage across eastern Scotland.
The one thing I can’t understand is why my parents never told me that all my fears were unfounded. I imagine that they did know about them. So why then did they not tell me that aliens are not real, animals can’t escape Edinburgh Zoo and dinosaurs definitely cannot come back to life. Because just knowing this would have saved me so many nights worrying about it. Fortunately my 23 year old self now knows better and is no longer afraid of aliens, wolves or dinosaurs.
Though if I do happen to end up in the American midwest and see a bunch of guys chasing after a storm, I will sure as hell be going in the opposite direction.