Shy Little Girl
I was a shy little girl growing up. There’s tons of proof about it, too…
Here’s a picture (date unknown) of me, my two brothers, a foster sister, and two girls we sponsored from the Fresh Air Fund. Can you guess who is who?
From the left: my brother Kris, me hiding in his lap, Emma from the Fresh Air Fund, my brother Karl, our foster sister Kelly in the lap of Sharyl, from the Fresh Air Fund.
Everyone in this photo is happy to pose for it… they even smile when they are directly looking at the camera. Me, I’m busy studying my fingernails or something as equally as fascinating. At least I’m not sobbing my eyes out while be forced to look directly at a stranger!! And no, my parents didn’t scare me to death with Stranger Danger tales that made me afraid of strangers. I was an equal opportunity scaredy cat… any adult would do. I never looked at any of my parents friends directly – I always stole glances at them while they weren’t paying attention. I never looked at any adult from church directly either – especially if it was the choir director trying to get my attention so I would actually sing the song the children’s choir was doing. I might have possibly looked directly at the teachers – but you were supposed to do that or you’d get in trouble for not paying attention. And I was…NOT…going…to…be…in…trouble….EVER!!