When I was a child I was a stubborn fuck head. Gramps had an old school DC electric fencer that was just a constant live current. Told me to stay away and if I was gunna touch it use the back of my hand becausez if I grabbed it I wouldn't be able to let go. As he was also a big jokester I called his bluff and he had to hip check me off the fence. Deathly afraid of electrocution to this day and that was almost 20 years ago.
As a child I had an incident outside with a lamp socket on a cord and my hand touching it and grabbing on. Father ripped the cord from my hand. I didn't develop conscious phobia of electricity, but my fucking dreams often have powerlines on the ground or close by, or they're everywhere in the air when I have flying dreams. Definitely left a mental scar.
My shoulder hurts just thinking about this. Dead shoulder for 48 hrs at the minimum
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