Throughout my childhood I was always afraid of the dark. The pseudo satanic nightmares produced by my 3 year old subconscious left me permanently huddled in fetal position under masses of sheets and blankets, surrounded by a pillow fort and a barely soothing army of stuffed animals. Instead of sleeping, my paranoia would eventually wear me out.
When my parents split up, staying with my dad was hell. I have never known a parent who got mad at their kid for ordering off the children's menu, but everything was about image. Unfortunately, as far as image goes, I uncannily favor my mother. That was a fact that he didn't take lightly.
