One of my biggest fears is fire. My fear of even the tiniest of flames is the joke of most of my friends. They know never to buy me a candle because I would never ever light it unless we had a black out and even then I would have to sit on top of it in case it burst into a wildfire. Sick and Sad.
A while ago some friends invited me to go to a Japanese restaurant, I had never been. As we walked in to this particular restaurant I noticed that every seat surrounded a Hibachi table. I had heard of them so I was a bit nervous but thought I just needed to go with the flow and not make a scene. We sat down and after taking our order, the Hibachi chef created a huge explosion of fire in the middle of the grill inches from where I sat. At first I tried to keep my panic at bay but as the flames grew bigger and the knifes started flying without realizing it I started moving further and further away from the table. Before long I was sitting on a chair halfway across the room and everyone in the room was looking at me. So much for not making a scene. My friends could not stop laughing. I must have looked really ridiculous, like something out of a Seinfeld episode but this time instead of Kramer it was me looking like an idiot. At the time I saw nothing funny about it but now looking back I am sure I was amusing to watch, dodging fire and letting out a scream or two when the flames shot up to their highest.
So to represent my fear of fire I have a candle ornament. Thankfully its not real.