Gao Fei: Amy, look! What a beautiful sea!

Amy: Yes. But I used to be afraid of the sea. 

Gao Fei: Is that true?

Amy: Yes. When I was about five, I would cry when my parents took me to the beach. I wouldn’t get on board of the boat. 

Gao Fei: Ha! Ha! What else did you use to be afraid of?

Amy: The dark night. When I was very young, I used to have a night light in my room before I fell asleep. But now I am used to the dark. How about you, Gao Fei?

Gao Fei: I didn’t use to be afraid of anything.

Amy: You were a brave little boy.

Gao Fei: I used to like the dark. I would hide in the cellar in the old house. But it’s different now.

Amy: What are you afraid of now?

Gao Fei: Oh, a lot of things — snakes, trucks, fire, storms, tests,"and"so on.