I spent much of my childhood on West Hannah street in Tampa, Florida, and
I remember having fun as a child.
In the 4th grade, I began to have repeated frightening nightmares, unlike the occasional "bad dream" that most kids get. I also started
experencing anxiety, exaggerated fear, and guilt.
I remember feeling an overwhelming urge to repent every night to my dad before going to bed, but the thoughts were non-sensical and hard to express.