Prologue
I was in Pre-k when I discovered my hatred for attention. We were building block cities complete with hospitals and banks. The teacher held a camera, and was prowling around the room snapping pictures at random. When she arrived at woodtopia (what we called our city), she smiled and cried “Smile!” My friends grinned, showing all their pearly whites, while I was hit with a crippling fear. Before the picture was snapped I bolted around our metropolis and hid behind the city hall. Fear and adrenaline pulsed through me. I had never been so afraid. Our teacher asked kindly if I was alright. Still shaking, I nodded. That was also the first time I went home from school.
My fear of cameras has stayed with me throughout elementary school. I am now going into 6th grade, and I know that this year I may have to face my fear. Summer is ending and in three weeks, I will have to suck it up and make it through the worst day of the year, picture day. Picture Day is the one day I must be photographed. Just the thought of it makes me want to curl up on my bed and cry. …show more content…
I love to touch them, listen to them, and watch them in action, but I will NEVER play one. My mom has made me try flute, piano, violin, trumpet, drums, and guitar. After one lesson for each, I quit. My mom gave up trying to get me to play an instrument. Of course my older sister Ella, plays three instruments and has done concerts for all of them. She also sings, dances, and does gymnastics at a national level. Mom says she’s “her perfect angel.” She calls both of us that actually, but I know who she actually thinks is perfect. By the way I’m Emily, and this is my
I was in Pre-k when I discovered my hatred for attention. We were building block cities complete with hospitals and banks. The teacher held a camera, and was prowling around the room snapping pictures at random. When she arrived at woodtopia (what we called our city), she smiled and cried “Smile!” My friends grinned, showing all their pearly whites, while I was hit with a crippling fear. Before the picture was snapped I bolted around our metropolis and hid behind the city hall. Fear and adrenaline pulsed through me. I had never been so afraid. Our teacher asked kindly if I was alright. Still shaking, I nodded. That was also the first time I went home from school.
My fear of cameras has stayed with me throughout elementary school. I am now going into 6th grade, and I know that this year I may have to face my fear. Summer is ending and in three weeks, I will have to suck it up and make it through the worst day of the year, picture day. Picture Day is the one day I must be photographed. Just the thought of it makes me want to curl up on my bed and cry. …show more content…
I love to touch them, listen to them, and watch them in action, but I will NEVER play one. My mom has made me try flute, piano, violin, trumpet, drums, and guitar. After one lesson for each, I quit. My mom gave up trying to get me to play an instrument. Of course my older sister Ella, plays three instruments and has done concerts for all of them. She also sings, dances, and does gymnastics at a national level. Mom says she’s “her perfect angel.” She calls both of us that actually, but I know who she actually thinks is perfect. By the way I’m Emily, and this is my