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.