Personal Narrative: My Fear Of Empty Spaces
Ever since I was a kid I’ve been afraid of empty spaces. I would put random objects all around my house to try and fill the empty spaces: a notebook in the corner of the dining room, a teddy bear in the middle of the kitchen, a tissue box in the hallway. My parents took me to a doctor because they thought I had OCD. But, no, that was not the reason for my behavior, for my fear. No, it was the result of an incident that happened 17 years ago. An incident I try so hard to forget but still remember in vivid detail. I was 5 when it first happened. My family and I were having a picnic to enjoy the wonderful spring weather. It was a picture-perfect scene; the white clouds had signed their name in the blue sky; all the flowers had bloomed and decorated