Poop Your Pants, Asthma Attack - SCARED

I am one of those unfortunate souls that scared really easily. I'm talking shout boo and I'm screaming and running for the hills. I also just moved back to Canada after spending four months in Hawaii where I learnt how badly I scare.

It was an ordinary night in Hawaii, my best friend, Micah, and I were walking down the hill to McDonald's where we spent a lot of time, not necessarily eating, but borrowing the WiFi. We had just left the house and were maybe fifty feet from the house and our friend, Felix, shouted at us that he was going to come with us. We continued on our way down the hill not realising he wanted to walk with us.

Now, Felix is the kind of gentle giant type, rarely quiet but easy to talk to. He is the kind of loud and out going guy that gets the group going and laughing with a simple word, but can also sit down and have a serious talk if needed. He's a phenomenal guitar player too.

Micah and I were casually minding our own business as we walked, and out of no where Felix apparently hot on our heels says "BOO!" Or something along those lines, my memory is slightly hazy due to the events that followed.

I screamed bloody murder and ran towards the street. Micah, in a level mind sense grabbed my arm and swung me around where I grabbed the first thing I saw and collapsed as a car drove past the three of us. Calming down and holding on to a no parking sign I looked up and saw Felix. He was literally rolling on the side walk laughing. You know that laugh where no sound comes out?! To any passer by it would have looked like Felix was having a heart attack or something along those lines. As I watched my dear friend kill himself laughing I began to laugh. I laughed so hard that I became asthmatic. I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe. Micah offered to go back to the house and get my inhaler. I remember sitting there, cuddling the sign post and thinking... This is actually how I die. I am going to be one of those people with a head stone that reads:

Marika Donovan

August 1993 - November 2012.

Daughter, Sister, and Friend.

Scared to Death. 

RIP

Obviously I did not die, but I cannot really recite to you the events that followed. I know I went to McDonald`s for about forty seconds where Felix continued to laugh. Then as far as I know I went home, lungs tight and abs killing, took my inhaler and fell asleep. 

Just thinking about this event I feel asthmatic. If you want to scare me, you don`t have to go to great lengths. A simple tip toe and boo works quite well. Just make sure you bring my inhaler with you.