By Gina Van Thomme
This story was originally posted on Gina’s personal blog. You can read it here.
When I was five, I came to the realization that I was going to die and there was nothing I could do about it.
This profound realization resulted in night terrors, which essentially meant that one second I’d be laying in bed thinking about five-year-old things like Arthur and Furbies and the next, I’d be panicking over questions such as “How am I supposed to spend an eternity in heaven when I can’t even sit through an hour of church?”