My next box, which I am in the process of creating, is about my childhood bedroom. When I was sketching for this box I realized that my most prominent memory of my bedroom is being afraid to sleep and having nightmares. I am incorporating some of the things that I was most afraid of into my box, but I will write more about that in my “Box #4 Process” post. For now I just wanted to reflect on the fears of childhood. I wonder if other people had more peaceful slumber as kids or if others were also riddled by frightening images of sharks, Bloody Mary, and old lady ghosts. I will admit that I was thirteen years old before I started sleeping alone (my sister was probably ready to get me out of her bed) because I was so terrified. As I got older, it got easier not to think about anything scary and I wonder if that can be chalked up to maturing or maybe as we age we just don’t have as vivid of imaginations. Probably a little of both. Being afraid, and getting over it, was a major part of growing up for me and I think that’s true for a lot of people. I wouldn’t say that I am nostalgic for those times, but those memories certainly hold a lot of power. Honestly, even though I’m an adult now, these photos still really creep me out. Yikes!

My next box, which I am in the process of creating, is about my childhood bedroom. When I was sketching for this box I realized that my most prominent memory of my bedroom is being afraid to sleep and having nightmares. I am incorporating some of the things that I was most afraid of into my box, but I will write more about that in my “Box #4 Process” post. For now I just wanted to reflect on the fears of childhood. I wonder if other people had more peaceful slumber as kids or if others were also riddled by frightening images of sharks, Bloody Mary, and old lady ghosts. I will admit that I was thirteen years old before I started sleeping alone (my sister was probably ready to get me out of her bed) because I was so terrified. As I got older, it got easier not to think about anything scary and I wonder if that can be chalked up to maturing or maybe as we age we just don’t have as vivid of imaginations. Probably a little of both. Being afraid, and getting over it, was a major part of growing up for me and I think that’s true for a lot of people. I wouldn’t say that I am nostalgic for those times, but those memories certainly hold a lot of power. Honestly, even though I’m an adult now, these photos still really creep me out. Yikes!

My next box, which I am in the process of creating, is about my childhood bedroom. When I was sketching for this box I realized that my most prominent memory of my bedroom is being afraid to sleep and having nightmares. I am incorporating some of the things that I was most afraid of into my box, but I will write more about that in my “Box #4 Process” post. For now I just wanted to reflect on the fears of childhood. I wonder if other people had more peaceful slumber as kids or if others were also riddled by frightening images of sharks, Bloody Mary, and old lady ghosts. I will admit that I was thirteen years old before I started sleeping alone (my sister was probably ready to get me out of her bed) because I was so terrified. As I got older, it got easier not to think about anything scary and I wonder if that can be chalked up to maturing or maybe as we age we just don’t have as vivid of imaginations. Probably a little of both. Being afraid, and getting over it, was a major part of growing up for me and I think that’s true for a lot of people. I wouldn’t say that I am nostalgic for those times, but those memories certainly hold a lot of power. Honestly, even though I’m an adult now, these photos still really creep me out. Yikes!

My next box, which I am in the process of creating, is about my childhood bedroom. When I was sketching for this box I realized that my most prominent memory of my bedroom is being afraid to sleep and having nightmares. I am incorporating some of the things that I was most afraid of into my box, but I will write more about that in my “Box #4 Process” post. For now I just wanted to reflect on the fears of childhood. I wonder if other people had more peaceful slumber as kids or if others were also riddled by frightening images of sharks, Bloody Mary, and old lady ghosts. I will admit that I was thirteen years old before I started sleeping alone (my sister was probably ready to get me out of her bed) because I was so terrified. As I got older, it got easier not to think about anything scary and I wonder if that can be chalked up to maturing or maybe as we age we just don’t have as vivid of imaginations. Probably a little of both. Being afraid, and getting over it, was a major part of growing up for me and I think that’s true for a lot of people. I wouldn’t say that I am nostalgic for those times, but those memories certainly hold a lot of power. Honestly, even though I’m an adult now, these photos still really creep me out. Yikes!

My next box, which I am in the process of creating, is about my childhood bedroom. When I was sketching for this box I realized that my most prominent memory of my bedroom is being afraid to sleep and having nightmares. I am incorporating some of the things that I was most afraid of into my box, but I will write more about that in my “Box #4 Process” post. For now I just wanted to reflect on the fears of childhood. I wonder if other people had more peaceful slumber as kids or if others were also riddled by frightening images of sharks, Bloody Mary, and old lady ghosts. I will admit that I was thirteen years old before I started sleeping alone (my sister was probably ready to get me out of her bed) because I was so terrified. As I got older, it got easier not to think about anything scary and I wonder if that can be chalked up to maturing or maybe as we age we just don’t have as vivid of imaginations. Probably a little of both. Being afraid, and getting over it, was a major part of growing up for me and I think that’s true for a lot of people. I wouldn’t say that I am nostalgic for those times, but those memories certainly hold a lot of power. Honestly, even though I’m an adult now, these photos still really creep me out. Yikes!

My next box, which I am in the process of creating, is about my childhood bedroom. When I was sketching for this box I realized that my most prominent memory of my bedroom is being afraid to sleep and having nightmares. I am incorporating some of the things that I was most afraid of into my box, but I will write more about that in my “Box #4 Process” post. For now I just wanted to reflect on the fears of childhood. I wonder if other people had more peaceful slumber as kids or if others were also riddled by frightening images of sharks, Bloody Mary, and old lady ghosts. I will admit that I was thirteen years old before I started sleeping alone (my sister was probably ready to get me out of her bed) because I was so terrified. As I got older, it got easier not to think about anything scary and I wonder if that can be chalked up to maturing or maybe as we age we just don’t have as vivid of imaginations. Probably a little of both. Being afraid, and getting over it, was a major part of growing up for me and I think that’s true for a lot of people. I wouldn’t say that I am nostalgic for those times, but those memories certainly hold a lot of power. Honestly, even though I’m an adult now, these photos still really creep me out. Yikes!

My next box, which I am in the process of creating, is about my childhood bedroom. When I was sketching for this box I realized that my most prominent memory of my bedroom is being afraid to sleep and having nightmares. I am incorporating some of the things that I was most afraid of into my box, but I will write more about that in my “Box #4 Process” post. For now I just wanted to reflect on the fears of childhood. I wonder if other people had more peaceful slumber as kids or if others were also riddled by frightening images of sharks, Bloody Mary, and old lady ghosts. I will admit that I was thirteen years old before I started sleeping alone (my sister was probably ready to get me out of her bed) because I was so terrified. As I got older, it got easier not to think about anything scary and I wonder if that can be chalked up to maturing or maybe as we age we just don’t have as vivid of imaginations. Probably a little of both. Being afraid, and getting over it, was a major part of growing up for me and I think that’s true for a lot of people. I wouldn’t say that I am nostalgic for those times, but those memories certainly hold a lot of power. Honestly, even though I’m an adult now, these photos still really creep me out. Yikes!

My next box, which I am in the process of creating, is about my childhood bedroom. When I was sketching for this box I realized that my most prominent memory of my bedroom is being afraid to sleep and having nightmares. I am incorporating some of the things that I was most afraid of into my box, but I will write more about that in my “Box #4 Process” post. For now I just wanted to reflect on the fears of childhood. I wonder if other people had more peaceful slumber as kids or if others were also riddled by frightening images of sharks, Bloody Mary, and old lady ghosts. I will admit that I was thirteen years old before I started sleeping alone (my sister was probably ready to get me out of her bed) because I was so terrified. As I got older, it got easier not to think about anything scary and I wonder if that can be chalked up to maturing or maybe as we age we just don’t have as vivid of imaginations. Probably a little of both. Being afraid, and getting over it, was a major part of growing up for me and I think that’s true for a lot of people. I wouldn’t say that I am nostalgic for those times, but those memories certainly hold a lot of power. Honestly, even though I’m an adult now, these photos still really creep me out. Yikes!

My next box, which I am in the process of creating, is about my childhood bedroom. When I was sketching for this box I realized that my most prominent memory of my bedroom is being afraid to sleep and having nightmares. I am incorporating some of the things that I was most afraid of into my box, but I will write more about that in my “Box #4 Process” post. For now I just wanted to reflect on the fears of childhood. I wonder if other people had more peaceful slumber as kids or if others were also riddled by frightening images of sharks, Bloody Mary, and old lady ghosts. I will admit that I was thirteen years old before I started sleeping alone (my sister was probably ready to get me out of her bed) because I was so terrified. As I got older, it got easier not to think about anything scary and I wonder if that can be chalked up to maturing or maybe as we age we just don’t have as vivid of imaginations. Probably a little of both. Being afraid, and getting over it, was a major part of growing up for me and I think that’s true for a lot of people. I wouldn’t say that I am nostalgic for those times, but those memories certainly hold a lot of power. Honestly, even though I’m an adult now, these photos still really creep me out. Yikes!

My next box, which I am in the process of creating, is about my childhood bedroom. When I was sketching for this box I realized that my most prominent memory of my bedroom is being afraid to sleep and having nightmares. I am incorporating some of the things that I was most afraid of into my box, but I will write more about that in my “Box #4 Process” post. For now I just wanted to reflect on the fears of childhood. I wonder if other people had more peaceful slumber as kids or if others were also riddled by frightening images of sharks, Bloody Mary, and old lady ghosts. I will admit that I was thirteen years old before I started sleeping alone (my sister was probably ready to get me out of her bed) because I was so terrified. As I got older, it got easier not to think about anything scary and I wonder if that can be chalked up to maturing or maybe as we age we just don’t have as vivid of imaginations. Probably a little of both. Being afraid, and getting over it, was a major part of growing up for me and I think that’s true for a lot of people. I wouldn’t say that I am nostalgic for those times, but those memories certainly hold a lot of power. Honestly, even though I’m an adult now, these photos still really creep me out. Yikes!