When I was very little I was afraid of all sorts of things, including that devils/trolls/evil creatures would grab me from the back of grandma’s garden.
This was probably the result of trying to make me properly afraid of SOMETHING so I wouldn’t run up to strangers or try to pet the neighbor’s semi-feral pig, or equally crazy adventures.
But what it did was make me so afraid that I had entire sets of prayers that started playing in my head when heading out of sight of adults. It took me till...
Published on June 01, 2016 09:19