Week 27: Scared

I am not sure what scared me as a child. I think that I had one main fear. As a child, I remember that I enjoyed eating cake and ice cream. I would eat it all the time, whenever we had it in the house, I would eat it. I was afraid that I would turn into a big cake (or piece of cake) or a hunk of ice cream, where I would melt if I went into the sun. People always kept saying that, “You are what you eat,” so it made me think that it could happen to me. It was not until years later that I figured out it was a figure of speech, and made me quit worrying so much. The truth is that none of this was true, expect for the fact that I like to eat cake and ice cream.