When I was growing up in Europe, I was terrified of the nuclear war and it's aftermath that I was certain would come. Always checking the sky for missiles, constantly straining for the sound of air-raid sirens, and dreaming of wandering around in a field surrounded by mushroom clouds with my skin falling off. When we moved the Calgary, which in my mind was in the middle of nowhere and not a likely target, the fear started to ease. Then I watched The Day After and all my fears and nightmares came back.
Nowadays my biggest fears are my kids dying before me, poverty, cancer, mental illness, and the fact that because most intelligent people tend to have either no kids or at most two while the stupid breed like freaking rabbits, humanity could be completely and utterly screwed.
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