When I was a child, I was afraid of everything.
I was absolutely terrified to sleep in my own room by myself, and I’d cry to the point of almost hyperventilating if I was punished and sentenced to such a thing.
I slept in my brother’s room in bunk beds and twin beds until my mom finally bribed me with a pet rabbit to sleep in my own room. I won’t even tell you how old I was when that happened, because my brother would be humiliated. (I’m sure he spent several hours begging my mom to kick me out of his room for a number of years leading up to the grand event.)
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