Sure, everyone laughs now that they've been riding these things for years, but not one of you can tell me you weren't at the very least anxious as shit riding escalators as a child, if not flat out petrified.
For me it wasn't so much getting on, it was the approach to the exit. My palms would start sweating about mid way up, I'd legit be in a sprinters stance, ready to bound as soon as the top of the escalator came into view.
My parents stunted my development into thinking casually exiting the escalator would lead to my foot being dismembered in a heinous and painful way. That line of thinking kept up all the way until I was 13 or so and went to the mall alone with a few friends for the first time. I shit you not, we got on the escalator, and just like every other time I was on my marks from the start, and blasting off that escalator just as it started to crest the top.
Well imagine my embarrassment when I turned to see my friends were still a solid 5 steps from the top when I turned back. Jaws agape at what they had just witnessed. I played it off as just goofing around, but I think deep, deep down, they knew.
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| Nothing haunted my dreams more as a child. |
