Stained Steel Sparrow Fists – Baby Fright

A journal to be filled with whatever you remember of your first fear in life. It could be a bad dream you had when you were two, that time the car caught on fire when you were three and your mom couldn’t get the car-seat to unbuckle, the snowstorm that everyone else said was so pretty but made you feel like you were suffocating, the swimming lesson you took way too early in life, your first bite into an ice cube. The only criterion is that it be your first memory of fear. But “fear” can be interpreted however you want. Drawings, stories, collages, what-have-you.

– Will

This journal went to its first moocher and then? I am attempting to recover it.

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