Life of a Blogger: Fears!

This is a weekly meme hosted by Novel Heartbeat. Each week a new subject is chosen and everyone who wants to can talk about that specific subject whether it be on their own blog or in the comments of someone else's post.

This week the topic is fears!

So my first fear is a majorly common one; spiders. *shudders* I've had this fear forever, I've just never liked spiders. They're gross and their legs are all spindly and long and just writing about them gives me the creeps. A couple of days ago I literally cleared out everything from my room, bar the furniture, because I was having a little spider issue. Because I had so much clutter in my room courtesy of me using my 'floordrobe' more often than my actual wardrobe to put clothes in and various other stuff which didn't need to be in my room, the spiders liked to hide in the stuff and then if I moved something I was constantly terrified that one would crawl out. So guess what? I didn't move anything. BAD MOVE, AMBER. One night I was happily laid on my side watching Maid In Manhattan on my laptop when something touched my arm and crawled. So I leapt out of bed thoroughly freaked out and contemplated going back to bed or going downstairs. I chose to go back to bed because I was tired. So after laying down and snuggling under the covers once again IT HAPPENED. (Yes I am being super dramatic, but I'm allowed to be b/c this was a little traumatising for me okay?!) A spider, not a massive one but still a spider, ran past my face and under the covers. *violent shuddering* So I shot out of bed, grabbed an empty glass from my bed side table and put it over the spider. I then went downstairs for the night and slept on the sofa, loathing the spider for trying to sleep in my bed and vowing to get everything out of my room and to move my bed. My bed used to be in the corner of the room and now it's in the middle. I have seen no spiders since I moved everything out and moved my bed and I am happy.

So yeah, I think my fear of spiders is a full blown phobia. It's my only big fear, the other ones are the usual. Like sometimes I'll think about not wanting to die, or not wanting to die without doing something important or standing on top of a skyscraper building with no way down but to climb the fire escape ladder or whatever. These things are more like momentary fears that I get when I stay up past 1am and my brain is like the fourth of July and all I want to do is sleep.

This subject really interests me so tell me about your fears!

Life of a Blogger: Best Childhood Memory

This is a weekly meme hosted by Novel Heartbeat, go and check out the list of topics and write up your own post!

This week's top is: Best Childhood Memory.

This is an easy one! When I was younger my grandparents used to rent out this adorable little cottage in my town each Christmas and Summer. They lived a good few hours away from us so it was a big family thing when they came to visit! The house had a small park in the back garden (cool right?!) and as a child, it was probably the most awesome thing ever. I definitely didn't have my own mini park!

So, me and my siblings would all go over every day they were here and spend the entire day outdoors in the park, then when it got later my grandad would take us out this little gate behind the park where a massive lake sat. He'd let us have a go at fishing and even though I caught tiny little fish and weeds, it was the most fun! We'd have competitions to see who could get their line out the farthest and I won every time... maybe because I have (weirdly) long arms and was the oldest. But I won nonetheless.

Then we'd go to the chicken enclosure which was basically just a massive, dusty area where they roamed about freely. We'd gather all the eggs up and use them for dinner or breakfast the next morning! OH, they made us the best breakfasts! My grandad always made me toast or pancakes and shaped them into something. One time he made a house out of toast! He cut out all the windows and a chimney and a door and left the pieces on the side so I could eat those too. My grandma would cut hearts and stars out of pancakes, mmmm.

She was also the first person to get me into nail polish - I love painting my nails and trying new designs and that's all because she used to have her nails done a different way every time I saw her!

So... that's my best childhood memory (well, memories*).

What about you, what was your best childhood memory?:)