This tale is not one of those times. Sometime during the summer of my fourteenth year, I was FEARLESS! I would sleep with the blinds pulled to the top of the window and the two casement windows cranked open wide. Since it was a very hot and humid summer, I also moved my bed alongside of the window and put my pillow on the windowsill to catch every breath of a breeze that might float through my windows.
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ne evening that summer, I was sleeping soundly when I began to awaken with the sensation that someone was staring at me. While I kept my eyes closed tightly, I remained motionless contemplating what I should do. Ultimately, I decided that I would open my eyes and scream if someone was really standing outside my window. Slowly I opened my eyes wide, screamed loudly and proceeded to fall out of my twin-sized bed. Staring back at me was the ghostly-white vision of our neighbor’s white Spitz dog! The dog knew me since I had often played with it and was fond of the dog. I think the dog’s name was Snowball and it had its front paws on the windowsill and was happily wagging its tail. My parents were startled by the noise I had made, but thought the entire episode was very funny. So much for bravery!
Speaking of not having air-conditioning in our home, during the summers we opened all of our windows day and night. While our doors were locked at night, the windows were left wide-open. During my childhood, I went through periods of bravery as well as profound cowardice. On occasions following either a very scary movie or a prowler/peeping tom in the neighborhood, I could be very afraid of sleeping next to an open window. These are the times that I would spend the night sweltering in my bed with the window shut and locked. Needless to say, I also would have the window blinds closed too.