The thought of being in space, and kind of enclosed, I find would be very claustrophobic. I think I would panic in that situation.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My fear is dying badly, through illness or injury. But what a glorious demise it would be to burn up in space.
I have a horror of being in confined spaces.
I was scared of the dark. Ohhhh, I'd do anything not to have to sleep on my own. I'd get in bed and cover myself with dolls and teddy bears.
I would die if I had to be confined. I don't want to feel that I'm missing out on experiencing as much as I can. For me, experiencing is knowing people all over the world and being able to photograph.
I'm kind of claustrophobic... It's not even like enclosed spaces. It's like I hate being stuck in one band, you know? Just being stuck is the biggest drag, for fear that, you know, just that you can't get out.
Space is something that you have to define. Otherwise, it is like anxiety, which is too vague. A fear is something specific. I like claustrophobic spaces, because at least then you know your limits.
People would get up and leave so they would not have to sit anywhere near me.
If I couldn't move, I don't know what I would do. That would be terrifying for me; I don't know how I'd cope with that.
Being a sci-fi geek, it was just lovely to be on a show where I pretend I'm in outer space. That's always been my dream: to pretend to be out in space or actually be out in space.
I'd love to go to space. I would love to peek out a giant window and look back at the blue marble. There's no question; I'd love to do that.