What Was Your Childhood Monster Blogfest

I'm participating in Christina Rains'  blogfest, What Was Your Childhood Monster Blogfest, and promoting her new book FEARLESS which was released on Tuesday the 7th. It is her first release. Go check it all out!







About Fearless:

Abby White was seven years old when she killed the monster under her bed. Now she slays creatures spawned by the imaginations of children, and the number of these nightmares are on the rise. Neither she nor her guide - a stuffed hippo named Tawa - know why. With a gorgeous fae fighting at her side, she must avoid distraction and find a way to become truly fearless. 

The object of Christina's blogfest is simple, to tell  about a childhood monster. Want to know what was under my bed at night? Then, read on.

Some of you may be aware that for several years while on St. John we lived in a shack. And when I say shack, I mean shack. It was a four-room wooden house, with shingles on the walls and a tin roof that leaked. Part of the floor was concrete, another part was wooden. The wooded floor had rot holes in it I was small enough to fall through. Some of the walls grew pretty yellow mushrooms right around Christmas time. We had no electricity and no running water. We took baths outside and had a privy.

This is the best picture I have of the home we affectionately called The Castle.

I loved being at Gifft Hill. In fact it was, for my whole family, our favorite place. However... there was one thing about living in The Castle that held an element of fear for me, a seven year old, and it wasn't the family of cute mice living under our sideboard in the living room.

It was rats.

My sister and I slept in the room with the wooden floor that had a hole in it. Beneath the floor it was dirt, as that section of the house was raised up off the ground a good foot. 

I just KNEW rats lived under there. I also knew when I went to bed at night, if I let a hand or foot hang off the edge of the bed that those rats would nibble at my fingers and toes. 

But I had magic on my side. As long as my sheets were tightly tucked in all around me rats couldn't crawl up the side of my bed, nor could my hands and feet dangle over the edge. Wrapped securely in a sheet cocoon I was safe from their nibbling teeth. 

It must have worked because I never had a rat crawl on me while we lived up at Gifft Hill. But, it wasn't until I was well into my teens that I ever allowed my hands or feet to dangle over the edge of bed....

You never now, there might be rats under there, waiting patiently for a succulent finger or toe.