Carol Cowett

Nancy and Me

When I was a kid I was afraid of the dark to the point that I would often end up sleeping on the floor of my parents room, or in the hallway where there was light from the bathroom. I had all sorts of little rituals that I used to try and calm down when I got scared at night. Sometimes I would arrange my stuffed animals in a ring around my bed, sometimes I made up a little song, and of course there was the time-honored tradition of making sure that all hands and feet were on the bed and under the covers because the monsters can only get you if your toes are exposed and dangling, of course.