Original Nana - Overcoming Fear (of statues)

No I'm not a happy camper, but I'm
there. With the statues.
Taking pictures.

I have a fear of statues. I admit it. I'm not proud of it, but who in the world has ever been proud of having a fear? It all started with the church. Yes those huge statues of Jesus suffering on the cross looming over you. I used to clean my church in high school and college. In the foyer there was a crucifix- Jesus surrounded by John, Mary, and Mary. These statues were taller than my average 5'5 height. When I used to clean in the evening I would rush (translate as run) past the statue to leave. 

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?