I Spy With My Little Eye

This is one of my earliest memories of social anxiety, I was about four or five at the time.

 

Me: Daddy, there are people at the bottom of the street!

My Father: Oh, are there?

Me: Daddy!

My Father: What’s wrong?

Me: *Panicking* They might be coming to see us!

 

(They weren’t visiting us but I still hid in the backyard for a while.)

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