
Growing up I was never afraid of the dark, or boogie men under my bed, or some secret monster world in my closet. I probably slept with a nightlight but it was only to watch the light bounce off the walls and ceiling. I’ve always liked and preferred a dark or dimly lit room to one full on with lights etc.
But there was something which would keep me up late at night, or freeze me in my tracks growing up. Death. I was terrified of it as a kid and I can vividly recall laying in bed going crazy thinking about how when I’m 33 I’ll have only maybe 40 to 60 more years to live!
Oh My Gosh!