In life people live with fears; phobias that can haunt them until the end of time. I've learned that these fears can be overcome; not in the sense of being exposed to them for a period of time, but rather by overcoming them by ourselves, with the help from something we cannot explain. I believe people can make their own magic.
Once I was afraid of the dark, as most children are; the fear of going outside at night alone, even to take out the trash frightened me. I had to run back into my house with a heart pounding so quickly its tempo was faster than my footfalls, because I was afraid something was following me. This fear made my seven-year-old self ashamed. Being the tomboy that I was, I had to be tough. I was the first person in the sticky mud and the last to cry from a bloody cut; yet, I was afraid of the dark. I'm not quite sure how my own magic started. One night I was alone by myself and I was unable to sleep. I stared at the scary shadows on my ceiling and