When I was a junior, boys were allowed to come visit me at the house. We could sit on the porch until about 8 o'clock at night; that's when it started getting dark. That was it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was afraid of the dark until I was, like, 15 and slept with a nightlight.
When I was little, I didn't like being left on my own in the dark.
I went through that phase where I wanted to almost be different than my brother. Just kind of argued a little louder or if there was a curfew, I always came in a little later than I was supposed to. If it was set for 12, I would come in at 12:45. I would test the limits a little. There was no real reason and I grew out of it, eventually.
I remember as a little kid, I would always feel comfortable if the light in the crack of my parents' door was on at night. When it went off, that meant they were asleep. Then that terror and the fear of being by myself started to creep in.
When I was a kid, being outside was the norm. Rain or shine, our parents would tell us to get out of the house.
My house was very strange. I didn't do things other kids did because my parents were very strict - I stayed at home, quiet in my room.
Even at an early age, I rebelled against my strict upbringing. When I was 9, I built myself a 'make-out fort' in our backyard from wood, filled it with candy, and invited my blond, blue-eyed neighbor over to kiss.
When I was young, I was the kid who would call my dad from a slumber party to beg him to come pick me up.
When I was 16, at night I went to my high school and chucked rocks at the billboard sign and broke the light bulbs. That was fun.
When all my kids were at home, I used to write from midnight onwards.