Turn on Your Light Switch!

When I was little, my mother once asked me to bring a jar of tomatoes from the storage cellar. I started down the steep stairway, but as I descended, the door at the top of the stairs closed behind me with a bang. The storage room was totally dark and I didn’t know how to find the light switch. I started breathing fast because, in those days, I was convinced that bears lurked in every closet. I even believed that bears hid behind the trees in the vacant lot next to our house and I ran very fast when I had to go past so they couldn’t grab me.

I was very frightened as I began groping around the walls, trying to find the light switch before a bear got me. At last I found it, high up on the wall. I stretched as high as I could and flipped the switch.

Instantly, the dark, windowless room was illuminated, every corner visible. The bears must have gone out for lunch, because there weren’t any.