Well OK, Day 6. Something you hope you never have to do.
This one, I have tried writing for a week but nothing comes to me, aside from the obvious. Bury my husband or one of my children. I do not know how I would survive that. What would I do without the man I have been with since I was 16. We have not only grown up together but he's my best friend and a great dad to our 3 boys. How would I raise them without him? And as for the boys, I can't go there either. It was terrifying enough being pregnant with the twins going through most of those 9 months thinking I could lose 1 or both of them. I can't.
I do however, think that is everyone's most obvious answer so I thought for awhile more on it. Couldn't come up with anything that creative... hope never to have to teach my boys math - like anything after the 2nd or 3rd grade because that would be a disaster. Trust.
I hope to never have to... be stuck in an elevator. Because I? Am totally claustrophobic. I'd freak.
What else... oh, here's a good that's not even plausible scenario I hope never happens. I hope to (warning, morbid) never have to try to escape from being buried alive. Yes folks, it's a fear. And I have Days of Our Lives to thank for that. I was like 15? It was 1993? (Don't try to do the math on that, it might not be right.) Carly Manning was buried alive by Vivian Alamain. And it freaked.me.out. I watched each episode terrified.
For the most part, I can't watch horror movies - at all. They scare the hell out of me. This? Was like watching a horror movie and I was riveted. (And she didn't have it all cushy in that coffin like Vivian does today if you Still happen to be watching Days like I am.) I was sure I could not make it through that (hello, claustrophobic here!) and when they finally rescued her, she was nearly.dead. Maybe it was my age at the time, or maybe Crystal Chappel is just a great actress, I don't know. But it stayed with me.
So yeah, totally not happening. But those are some of the things I hope I never have to do.