Holding tightly to my mother’s hands, I walked nervously into the school yard. I heard my name being introducedĀ to my teacher and an explanation that I was a shy child. I clutched at my mother’sĀ legs as she tried to leave. I begged her to stay with me. I couldn’t be left there on my own. I was scared. I was going to be sick. She prised herself away from me, told me I would be okay and left.
The First Day of School: A Lesson in NOT Projecting Fears
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