When I was little, I didn't like being left on my own in the dark.
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I was afraid of the dark until I was, like, 15 and slept with a nightlight.
I was a bit of a coward when I was small. I was terribly frightened of the dark.
I'm embarrassed to admit that I'm still scared of the dark. I have to have a light on all night. It's completely irrational, and my son is the same. I just hate the dark.
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.
I don't like the dark. I really am afraid of the dark.
I was just a very dark kid. My family was complicated.
When I was thirty, and a long time after that, I felt like I had to leave home to do what I had to do. Now, it's just the opposite.
I grew up as this very carefree, happy kid then things turned darker for me. Maybe it was because I saw that the world wasn't as happy a place as I had hoped it would be for me.
It feels really sad, to me, to go to a dark bedroom. It's like surrendering to the night or something.
I still don't love the darkness, though I've learned to smile in it a little bit, now and then.
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