My carport â€“ leading into the backyard. I really hate my backyard. I really hate this spot. I remember I used to be terrified of the white door â€“ it reminded me of our cold room downstairs. It was also probably full of bugs and squirrels (it mostly is). But I think what scared me the most was the gate to our backyard. In the night I saw terrifying things moving out there. I had nightmare after nightmare of walking towards that gate and never making it because something came to meet me there first. I was talking about the barriers Iâ€™m building for myself. The fear manifests until itâ€™s an unmovable violent force that keeps me at bay. But I can see the light behind it, and I guess thatâ€™s temptation enough to try again.
Tyler Anderson , 17 yrs
Etobicoke School of the Arts