I was painfully shy throughout my childhood. It was cute as a six-year-old, but as a preteen, it was anything but. I drifted all through middle school as if it was a barely remembered dream. Nothing touched me, neither good nor bad, because I would not let it. I was too scared of failure to stick out in any way, too afraid of rejection to speak up. I kept my head down and my mouth shut, and entered high school with a reputation as nonexistent as my confidence. …show more content…
I got peer pressured into joining marching band, an activity that I imagined to consist of a bunch of nerds sweating out in the sun for several hours a day. Instead, what I found was the first group of people that was actually eager to accept me. It gave me the courage to be myself, something that most people take for granted. I started joining activities that interested me, getting involved with the school and with others in a way that would have frightened me only a few months before. I took an active role in my own life for the first time ever and it opened up paths that I never knew were