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When I was a kid, my childhood home had a fairly large tree in the middle of the backyard. Now, I'm not sure why but my dad had to cut a branch off of it. It was a pretty big branch, facing towards my dad's garage/bait shop. When the limb was removed, it left a big spot on the tree without bark and everything. I'm not sure why this freaked my little kid mind out, but I was terrified of it. When I'd go out to play, I would only play on the opposite side of the tree, and if I was in the shop hanging out with my dad, I would hide under the worm counting table, lest the tree "see me". That damned tree was the source of a bunch of nightmares and general terrified screaming fits. My dad was a cool guy though and picked me up, took me to the tree (kicking and screaming I might add!) and held me up to touch the "tree scar" as he called it, to prove that it wasn't a giant, scary eyeball. 
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