I spent much of my childhood on West Hannah street in Tampa, Florida, and
I remember having fun as a child.

In the 4th grade, I began to have repeated frightening nightmares, unlike the occasional "bad dream" that most kids get.  I also started
experencing anxiety, exaggerated fear, and guilt.

I remember feeling an overwhelming urge to repent every night to my dad before going to bed, but the thoughts were non-sensical and hard to express.

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