Years ago, I believe that I was somewhere between the ages of 12-14 years old, I had just gotten out of the shower when my mom asked me to go next door to use the phone to call my aunt. Because she was unable to get a dial tone on our phone, she THOUGHT that there was a problem with the line. So after drying off (and pay careful attention to this) I threw on a skirt, a top, and a pair of Candies; (remember those?) I tipped out of the house and across the lawn (because you can only tip in a pair of Candies). When I got next door and onto the front porch I hollered to one of my god brothers (there were 4 of them) to put the dog into the basement.
They had this, well I wanna say MEAN german sheppard named Sargeant, but I think that the meaness was really just a symptom of his stupidity. In hindsight, the dog wasn't very smart, and usually not understanding makes you frustrated, and frustration leads to anger,(even in dogs, I guess, they are so much like people, although I wouldn't know, because I've never had one) but....I digress!
After I stood there, and made SURE, that they were SURE that the dog was secured, I tipped in(again the Candies and not just the mounting fear building inside because he was barking, and jumping up against the basement door in the kitchen like he wanted to break it down). By the way, the kitchen being the room that I needed to enter to make the call)! Pre-cell phone era people!!
So I was in the kitchen making my call, watching the door, waiting for what seemed like FOREVER for my aunt to get to the phone as he pounded on the door. As I stood there my god mom was talking to me, about what I have NO IDEA, because my heart and head kept pounding with each thrust he made at the door and despite all of the, "Oh he can't get out", I was very afraid! So, finished the call, started walking guickly out the kitchen, through the dining room, and into the living room when I hear the THUD! He'd escaped!
Well, I was tipping quickly to begin with, but when I heard the breakthrough, I took off! Oh, but he was FAST and I felt him on my heels as I reached the front door. As the Candies were clicking, while I ran across the front lawn, I felt him GRAB the bottom of my wrap skirt, and yank. OFF came the Candies!! I had to get away...there is a huge hill across the street and on top of the hill is a big white church and oh yeah this was Sunday! And that YANK pulled off my skirt....and REMEMBER after getting out of the shower. .. I only put on a skirt and a top NO UNDERWEAR! I was butter bald, but naked, running over that lawn, into the street, and had made it to the top of the hill before I realized that they had coraled the dog, right after he ripped my skirt and my god mom was running behind me, with my skirt, trying to cover my nakedness. Of course she was unable to catch me, because I was scared SHITLESS and running like a bat outta HELL. . .while she SCREAMED, and told her sons to go in the house, stop looking and laughing!!
It was not until I was released by the grips of fear did I realize that I no longer heard the dog barking. It was also at that time that I felt the breeze hit my ass and came to the stark realization that I was standing on the church hill, on a Sunday, naked from the waist down! I looked up and my poor god mother was running up the hill with my skirt in her hands, trying her best to cover the MOST private part I possess!
That was a day I'll never forget. And, more importantly, it was a feeling that I've never forgotten. Fear is a powerful, paralyzing emotion and although this is the only time in my life that fear left me naked in a literal sense, its left me feeling naked so many times, on so many ocassions.
So my question is, when has fear left you feeling naked? And, did you actually end up that way? Come share your world! Oh Yeah, a telephone was off of the hook somewhere else in the house, phone was working all along!