When I was a young child, I was afraid of the dark. I would have to be accompanied by my favourite stuffed animal any time I got up during the night. I still have the toy, and if it could talk I am sure it would have plenty of stories to tell.

As I grew older, my list of fears expanded. People not liking me. Embarrassing myself in public. Failing my final exams. Being served brussels sprouts with dinner. Oh, how I hated those pungent little cabbage-like veggies.

Now as an adult, I still cling to some of my childhood fears. The darkness can be frightening at times, but vegetables don’t bother me as much anymore, if they are prepared well.

Joking aside, we all have our fears. They are part of what makes us human and unique individuals. We also have choices in how we deal with those fears. Sometimes facing those fears is the only way we can move forward in our lives and enjoy new and exciting experiences. After all, several people told me years ago that I should be afraid of hanging out in Boyle Street and McCauley. I’m glad I didn’t listen to them.

Why am I spending so much time thinking about scary things? I’m writing this a few days before Halloween, a time when many people celebrate all things scary and even go out of their way to experience fear.

Horror movies and haunted houses may be some people’s jam, but not mine. Bring on the costumes and candy, but when it comes to fear, there is enough scary stuff all around to last all year long.