Why So Shy?

I started kindergarten a year after my age group did. My mother decided I was too shy to start school, too shy was an understatement. I remember walking up the street to the bus stop, holding my moms hand, crying my eyes out. She made me get a picture standing with all of the big kids and while they were all smiling I was frowning with swollen eyes. The yellow bus was getting closer and my cries were getting louder. Once it stopped, everyone loaded the bus and when my turn came I spread my arms out as far as they would go just so my mother would not be able to lift me on to the bus. I do not remember the bus ride, I do not remember the first day, and all I remember is how mad at my mom I was. Along with my shyness I refused to speak. I only made grunts and noises that my parents could eventually understand exactly what I meant. So along with being the shyest kindergartner, I also did not talk. My family finds my shyness funny now, while I will sometimes get upset when they tell this and other similar stories. When they bring it up now, it just floods my brain with how shy I was and immediately sends me into my old ways of being silent and only making subtle noises to let them know exactly how I feel about it.

Sara K.
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