The First Time I Felt Fear
I guess I was only about five years old when it happened. The memory used to be far clearer. The picture in my mind has lost its vivid colors and definition, fading like an old photograph. I don’t recall any sound from that night but I remember the fear and I can still feel its touch.
It was a night like any other. A young boy dressed in blue pajamas, the youngest child and the first to bed. I shared a small room with my elder sister. There was only eighteen months between us yet it must have been enough to warrant a later bedtime as I remember being alone in the room, at least I thought I was alone.
The bear stood half my size and always sat at the foot of my bed. He was bright blue with a white snout and…
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