Talk:Trochophobia/@comment-50.26.7.186-20180621050500

I'm not afraid of them tipping over, it's kind of hard to explain. When I was little, I was afraid of going outside by myself. Every time I did, I imagined the same semi-truck, a plain silver one, heading straight for me. It didn't matter where I was, grandmas, park, anywhere. I started thinking about it, and I figured that it was some sort of past-life death I had. Can anyone explain this?

-LeviTheGayGod-