Who’s afraid of the dark?

I was three years old the first time I watched the darkness disappear. I didn’t know it was a sunrise.

All I knew was that somehow, the darkness that had created a fear in me and taken away my vision, was now slowly being replaced by light, and there was nothing the sleeping monster could do to stop it.

I instinctively knew that this light was bigger than me. It was bigger than the sleeping monster. It was even bigger than the darkness, and this knowledge gave my heart courage.

Little by little the light made its gentle way over the backs of the chairs, over the sleeping monster, and over me, filling the room and restoring my vision.

As I looked out of the window I could see all that I thought the darkness had stolen and I knew then that I need not be afraid of the dark.