|No I'm not a happy camper, but I'm|
there. With the statues.
Things didn't get any better when there was a report one year of a statue crying blood. Oh boy! I don't think I ever cleaned the church in the evening alone again.
About twelve years ago I went to a museum in Connecticut with my friend's eight year old niece. Of course I couldn't show my fear when we moved through the statue section so I just rushed her through.
This year I roamed through a museum in London. Turned out that they had a whole section of statues. By my lonesome I walked among the statues and appreciated them. Was I afraid? A little, but I made sure there were other people with me in the area.
Have I conquered my little phobia - I think I'll have to test it in a church with loads of humongous statues surrounding me - I'm in no rush.
Do have a fear you've been trying to get rid of?