I realized my fear of the dark when I was about four years old. I recall the time when my older brother told me to go in my mom and dad’s room and sit in the dark for one whole minute. I was slightly scared, but I was determined to do it just to prove to him that I wasn’t afraid. I vividly remember the moment when I was sitting in the room with my back against the door, waiting for a minute to pass by. Even with the light that shined from underneath the door, I was still very frightened, and only 10 seconds later, I started complaining for him to open the door and I shoved my way out of the room. When I look back to this memory, it reminds me of the short story we read in class. “The Smallest Dragonboy” by Anne McCaffrey, is a short story
