What are my phobias and how they originated?

 I have three phobias. Each sound stupid, but when it comes down to it all it isn't all, completely irrational. One of my phobias is large bodies of water. The second one is clowns. And my final phobia is death.

To explain my first phobia it dates back to when I was seven. I was at the lake with my family and friends. My best friend cole and I were bored, sitting on the bank as my mother and sister, along with his mother and sister caught tadpoles.

We wanted some fun so I pulled of my clothes so I was down in my bathsuit. He was already in his swim trunks as we stumbled down the dusty bank. I wanted to go in but couldn't swim but tested the ground as I slowly inched in. It would go down and go up and so where I was not deeper then my waist. Cole tried to stop me but I continued on.

Then, before I knew it I sank. Plumetting into the water. Cole dove in after me but it was too late. I was too far down for him to help. I gasped and the air escaped my lips and I was gone as I felt the lake's bottem touch my feet and death's hands pierce inside of me. Not long after I was out. When I woke up, California's summer sun had broke over my cheeks. And I have been terried of large bodies of water ever since.

To explain the second phobia it is alot simplier to explain. I was five years old and my brother and had sat in our living room. Him, being the idiot he was had turned on a movie. It was simple really to remember the name since it was only two letters long. I-T...it. Watching that movie as a five year old had scarred me for life just as it has millions of other kids. Terrifying to the point where I could never go to a party, the circus or even the the fair without screaming in tears.

Finally, to explain the third phobia it is as simple as a dream. I was eight years old. The date was Febuary eighteenth and I had just fallen asleep after watching America's Most Wanted.

In my dream I had whole family asleep in their beds. My mother and my father sound across the hall, my older brother and my babysister's crib a little ways down and me asleep on the couch.

During my dream, I had woken up to a loud noise and four loud bangs. I covered up with the blanket and pillows covering my head as I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I bled a little and somehow it stopped. I was alright, I survived. Though, in my dream when I reawoke I had gone into each room to see each member of my family with a single bullet in the middle of their foreheads.

Death's grasp had clung to them and we fought for awhile as I watched him drain their lives completely in mear seconds as I knealt in defeat. I was alone, scared, and death had won four of the closest to me. From that dream alone, I was terrified of Death and I never forgot it.

So to answer your question. My phobias are of large bodies of water, death, and clowns. And each came from a concious or subconcious event that had occured. Generally, during childhood.