One morning I went to the lake with my dad. I ran, barefoot, through the grass. And suddenly, for the first time in my life, I encountered Fear… It had taken the form of a snake. It was cold and it was wriggling under my toes. I screamed very loudly. The snake ran away, but Fear had just curled up behind my navel. I did not swim. I took my father's hand. We walked under tall trees. The cicadas were singing. The sun was shining. Dad was whistling because he was happy. Me, my heart pounding, I watched where I was stepping. The fear slowly faded, very slowly... And suddenly, nothing! My stomach became empty of Fear. I thought it was gone forever. But I didn't know her well yet...
6 years old and up
