Each weekend David McMahon at Authorblog asks a question and asks reading readers to answer it on their own blogs. This week’s post is here.

The question is: As a child, were you afraid of the dark?

The answer for me is a resounding, “Yes!” As I child, I had three major fears; I will address two of them in this post, including the one about dark.

The dark terrified me. I cannot explain why that was. It was not exactly monsters, but there was something out there. I remember seeing black images on my ceiling when I was quite young, too young to remember much at all. My parents said I was like that from the beginning. I was not afraid all the time, just when I saw whatever it was. And I do not know if those things were “real” or in my imagination, but they terrified me enough to assure that I would be afraid of the dark for a long, long time. I do not remember seeing the apparitions past age three or four, but the memory of that could still bring just as much fear to me during dark nights .

Paired with this was my fear of loud noise. Both of my parents drove in drag races on the weekends. This was also when I was extremely young, so I do not remember much about it except that I believe they were both pretty good. And there was a car there, The Green Monster, that was so loud it ALWAYS made me scream and cry from fear. I would be in the stands with aunts and uncles who would cover my ears and hold me tight.

Those two fears together joined to make me an absolute mess when we had thunderstorms at night. I remember starting at about age seven, going into my parents’ room, terror-stricken, when thunderstorms screamed into my sleep. It got to the point that when I arrived, the covers would be lifted up for me so I could snuggle safely in from the din in the dark. I do not remember when I stopped doing this.

What I find somewhat interesting about these particular childhood fears is that I overcame both of them with no effort on my part. I will admit still having a little fear of the dark at times, but only because I am mindful enough to know what could be lurking out there in certain, unlit areas. Most of the time I welcome the dark. The stars are friendly. The moon is soothing. The night is peaceful. Nocturnal air has its own quality that simply feels good brushing against my skin. The sounds of night are like a lullaby. The smell of night is pure.

As I embrace night, I also relish some loud noises. I would love the hunt down “The Green Monster” and just hear it. I love when fighter jets fly over our house because they are so loud. I adore thunder! The culmination of darkness and loud in a nighttime thunderstom brings electric excitement to ever fiber of me.

So yes, I was afraid of the dark as a child. And yes, it can make me uneasy now. But most of the time I love it.


Since this post was about dark, I thought I would share something here I am doing through another blog that relates to Halloween!

Heidi Ann at Foxgloves, Fabric and Folly is hosting a “Very Vintage Halloween Swap.” (Don’t you love the name of her blog, and doesn’t the swap sound intriguing?) OK, I realize that a lot the people who read this blog may not think that sounds intriguing at all, but some of you will. And for the rest, sorry, but possibly your wife, girlfriend, sister, aunt, cousin would think it is wonderful. Anyway, you can go here to sign up (leave a comment to do so) by August 25, and Heidi Ann will pair up people to swap something for Halloween. I am so excited about this! I have two things in my head that I want to make. I cannot decide, so maybe I will do both. It will be so much fun! So if this intrigues you as much as it does me, head on over there to sign up! (And you do not have to make something. You can buy it instead if you would like.) I’ll be showing you what I made (and what I received) on October 1 right here.


By Louise Cannon