The following is a picture I drew when I was five, along with a story.





This time we are lucky. It didn't get the power line. My brother was awake last night. When I wanted the light on, he wanted it off. He did turn it off.


When I was younger and it was storming I didn't like to be in my room by myself, so i would go into my brothers and sleep on the top bunk of his bed. I also fell asleep with the light on and was scared of the dark.