Autobiography - My Most Terrifying Moment.

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Autobiography

Foreword

     I was the kind of child who at an early age was keen to learn new things and loved watching T.V. And because I loved watching T.V., I now wear glasses. I learnt quite a lot when I was very young, such as counting and the names of shapes. But I never learnt where I came from, which I would learn a lot later.

     I liked to talk and sing songs, such as nursery rhymes, which I wouldn’t dream of singing now. I also had fights with my little brother, which would end in him crying and me getting hit. And the hits hurt. So I cried as well.

     I used to have strange beliefs such as India was in the clouds because we went in an aeroplane to get there and aeroplanes go into the sky. I didn’t think that we landed back on the ground. I also believed that if I swallowed chewing gum, then it would get stuck in my throat and would block the air I was breathing in, so I would choke to death. Another weird belief I had was that characters on T.V. were actually inside my T.V. set, acting their parts. These beliefs are bizarre, but at an early age, you don’t really know what is happening around the world so you create your own world with your beliefs and superstitions.

     I used to believe in those imaginary beings such as Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, but then again who doesn’t? These would be forgotten, obviously. But I always tried to wake up at midnight to see if Santa Claus came, and I put my hand under the pillow to see if the Tooth Fairy stepped on my hand. However, I never knew they came until the next day when the treats were there.

     I didn’t believe in those bad imaginary beings such as the Bogeyman, because I wasn’t afraid.  I only liked to believe in things that would help me. Now I don’t believe in anything imaginary, because they are, after all, imaginary, aren’t they?

     I wasn’t really afraid of anything so I did stupid things like rolling down the stairs and jumping off them. I would never dream of rolling down the stairs now, after all I might get hurt.

     However, I think and dream of how wonderful life would be with those imaginary beings, even the bad ones, and how boring life really is.

My Most Terrifying Moment

     It was on the date of eighteenth September nineteen ninety four that I suffered my most terrifying moment. It occurred in a dream. Well actually, a nightmare. I was only 4. It wasn’t the scariest of nightmares. It wasn’t as if my family was dead or a monster ate me up. It was mysterious and dark. This is what happened in that terrifying ordeal:

     I was looking at my mother, a baby she was holding and her friends. The baby was me. The place was like Eden, filled with plants and rainbows which stretched across the bright blue sky. The sun was blazing with happiness. Insects could be heard buzzing. Rivers were slowly flowing serenely. Everything was perfect.

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     Suddenly my mother and her friends disappeared, leaving me and the baby me alone. The baby me started to cry. The sky darkened. The trees withered into sticks. The rivers dried up. I was scared, but worse was yet to come.

     I heard that noise the red Indians make. I looked to where the sound was coming from. About 500m away, a black figure was running around the place. It was circling us. The baby me started to cry more and more. The figure was getting closer, closer, the sound getting louder, louder…

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