Journal 3: Old Fears

The first thing come to my mind of Fear or Phobia, I think it should be robbery. In my memory, that year I was 16 year-old, it was in a summer night, I was so happy for my cousin and my grandparents backed from states because they must bring a lot of gifts for me form the states. However, my grandparents gave some money to me and my cousin, we decided hang out to have a bite. When we took the small road in the neighbor in the dark, two guys suddenly run toward to us with a knife and ask for money. I said I didn’t carry money and they won’t believe that and started searching me while the other guy was going to search my cousin, he was so scared that yelled for help loudly, those guys might got shocked for my cousin’s yelling and ran away. At that moment, my heart was pumping extremely fast. From that moment I really scared robbery and I don’t dare to walk in the dark in the neighborhood. Since I’m growing up, this fear has been overcoming little by little and I think I will fight with them if they don’t have knife on their hand. But now I would like to walk in the bright instead of dark….. and yell for help…J