I should have been, but I wasn’t frightened out on my own at night. Back then, I had no idea about the dangers after dusk. I was raised to believe in righteousness and godliness, and my brothers hadn’t yet taken their turn to the dark side. I had been sheltered, protected from the perils of the world, and it resulted in ignorance.
There was nothing I could pinpoint as something to fear. I had no personal bogeyman, no superstition. My dread was completely unfounded. It just always lingered.