Fear of "THE BOMB"

When I was eight years old my mother let me watch an animated film about a nuclear bomb even though it was preceded a warning that children should not watch it. I was a very spoiled and precocious only child so I watched it. I have never forgotten it and for years (actually until after I married at 17) I would pray every night to "please not let the bomb fall". It was horrific. I've often wondered just what it was and if, as I seemed to remember, it was on the Ed Sullivan show. Well of course, good old google came through. Some other person has had it on their mind all these years too. It was called "A Short Vision". I really cannot bring myself to watch it though.

My walk yesterday was all about smells. A lovely cigar aroma as I walked past one of the Italian coffee shops, the smell of the fire from the brick oven readying itself for pizza, garlic cooking, piles of apples outside the produce store, all wonderful. I have been taking Paxil again after two years of being off it. I had really just wanted to see if, after taking it for over ten years, I really do suffer from depression. And guess what? I do along with anxiety. I felt cranky and short tempered all the time, couldn't make any decisions, was afraid in the car. So what if I have to take it for the next twenty years, I'm quite happy.