Like many children, when I was young I hated the darkness. I hated everything about it. I loved being outside during the bright sunshine of the day to play and discover new things with friends, but you couldn’t get me to take a walk in the darkness of night to save my life. I loved playing with my toys and siblings in the basement, but you couldn’t get me to be the first one to enter the darkness and turn on the lights. I simply hated the darkness. It scared me more than anything else
I think the biggest thing that bothered me about the darkness was the fact that it represented the unfamiliar and the unknown to me. In the sunlight of day I could see all around me. I could walk and run and explore while seeing all there was to see. Darkness has a way of hiding the potential dangers and scary things in life, and I for one didn’t like it.
Does anyone else relate to my childhood plight? Do any other adults remember being afraid in darkness? After having four children of my own, I have learned that being afraid of darkness is quite common among children. They do not like the unknown of darkness and very literally, they do not like being hindered from...