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Don't know if this is the right forum for this post, but the subject matter seems to fall roughly into the "encounters with Pan" category.
I grew up on a farm in Suffolk. Open wheat fields separated by shaded lanes overgrown by tall trees. On many nights, I would stay at a friend's house until dark and then have to walk home alone. Now, I was something of a squeamish child, and the thought of walking down the dark maze of lanes did not appeal to me. On the other hand, there was something about the pale moonlight falling across the quiet, open fields that just filled me with a feeling of absolute "horror". I don't know how else to describe it- "terror" or "fear" don't really captuer the emotion properly. It was a feeling that something terrible was standing in the wheat under the moonlight, looking across the fields. I couldn't even look at the fields as I walked along the lanes. Inevitably, I would walk faster and faster until I was running at breakneck speed towards the light of my grandparent's kitchen window. Must have broken the 4 minute mile on a nightly basis (haha!).
As an adult, I can recall the feeling with great clarity when I look at the fields at night. However, it doesn't have the same "pants crapping" effect of youth. Anyone else experience this?
I grew up on a farm in Suffolk. Open wheat fields separated by shaded lanes overgrown by tall trees. On many nights, I would stay at a friend's house until dark and then have to walk home alone. Now, I was something of a squeamish child, and the thought of walking down the dark maze of lanes did not appeal to me. On the other hand, there was something about the pale moonlight falling across the quiet, open fields that just filled me with a feeling of absolute "horror". I don't know how else to describe it- "terror" or "fear" don't really captuer the emotion properly. It was a feeling that something terrible was standing in the wheat under the moonlight, looking across the fields. I couldn't even look at the fields as I walked along the lanes. Inevitably, I would walk faster and faster until I was running at breakneck speed towards the light of my grandparent's kitchen window. Must have broken the 4 minute mile on a nightly basis (haha!).
As an adult, I can recall the feeling with great clarity when I look at the fields at night. However, it doesn't have the same "pants crapping" effect of youth. Anyone else experience this?