When I was a child, I was extremely afraid of darkness. Even a moment without light would make me cry with fear. Once I was alone at home at about 9:00 p.m. Suddenly there was a power cut. I started to cry out of fear in that sheer darkness. But there was nobody around to listen to my shrieks. As I came out of the initial panic, my mind started to work. I knew there was nobody to help me. Groping in the dark, I walked to the kitchen. There I groped for the match-box and found it. I lit a candle and waited for my mother to be back home. Since that day, I have never felt scared of darkness. I have overcome my fear.