My Boo Radley

A person's home should be one of their favorite places, where they feel safe, and at home. Unfortunately, that was not the case in my situation. When i was very little, my house was my Boo Radley. I wouldn't go anywhere without a witness just in case something like Chloe the creepy clown from my disastrous fourth birthday party popped out from under my bed or the shadows of the closet and attacked me. I was never sure what it would be, but i always thought something was there waiting to pounce at the right moment. If I ever had to go anywhere alone, and had to turn off a light in a room, I would quickly reach for the switch, and run like my life depended on it. When I was a little older, I came to realize that my house wasn't scary at all. I lived there, and I realized that nothing was in my house, and that it was perfectly safe. I  over came my fear of my house like Scout over came her fear of Boo. It turned out that Boo and my house were not so scary after all. it was just our imaginations getting the best of us.