Ever been scared? I don’t mean walked in on your grandmother bent over a tub nude scared. I mean horrified to the bones and your brain starts shutting down while the reptilian brain takes over, fight or flight. Terrified so thoroughly to your core that you almost contemplated forsaking all decency and running around completely naked screaming the world is ending and the Mayans are right?
Many times in fact. The first comes from an early age.
I was about 12 or 13 and on my way to visit my grandparents that live in Mississippi for the summer. Part of this 12 hour hike to swamp land involves driving through Arkansas.
Now before I continue let me clear. I come from rednecks. I am not a redneck, but I have family members that are. So the ways of the country man are not a mystery/surprise/shock to me.
A few weeks before my siblings and my customary summer ship off to grandma’s house, I had stayed on a Saturday night and watch Deliverance.
No, don’t leave! Hang in there.
So while trekking through Arkansas mountains, windows are down and we are enjoying the crisp country air, I hear banjos.
PADDLE FASTER I HEAR BANJOS!
See somewhere in on our route to my grandmother’s house, I forgot there is a country store called Ferguson’s and they have giant speakers outside that blasts music through the hills, peaks, and crags of the mountain.
Just watched Deliverance + banjos + Arkansas + rural mountains = heart stopping fear.
Even now, when I am out and about I hear banjos, I pucker. If you haven’t watched Deliverance, then you wouldn’t understand.