By Josie Beecher
“Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream…” Mommy stared down at me through the darkness, with only a miniature Spongebob shedding bars of yellow light over in the far corner of the room. I always wished the nightlight could be closer, but the socket decided to live far away from my bed. One night during a thunderstorm so loud I’d thought the house was falling into pieces, I asked it to move closer to me … to protect me from whatever may be hiding in the darkness surrounding my bed, but it didn’t listen. I huddled under my Juniper Jade covers and felt a little safer, a little cozier. My Little Pony had been my obsession since my cousin decided to throw her old hand-me-downs into my room. She hated Juniper Jade, so by default, I fell in love with her.