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Think of a monster, you name it I’ve been it.read more
The earliest memory I have is your promise. Your word was the reward for enduring an uncomfortable moment.
The first memory is me being afraid of the dark. I was afraid of demons, monsters…and silence.
I endured because there was a reward for waiting it out…
Sometimes that reward was morning light and playtime in the light…
When I couldn’t run to the parental units or my sister, I sat patiently knowing that someday I’d be older, stronger and more learned.
Later the reward was promise of becoming a man that wasn’t afraid of the dark.read more