I'm just a kid
The origin of phobia:
My uncle drove me and Jaimee Mac to my lola’s (grandma’s) cousin’s house. I think we’re there to pick her up. So when we arrived, I left the car and went to the house gate. I pressed the door bell and waited outside. When I turned around, I saw a bulldog….yes….a bulldog beside me. I remember seeing its sharp teeth while staring at me. I started to walk away from it and the dog tried to follow me. I got scared and ran towards the car. I will not forget when I tried the open the door and it won’t open. I looked at the window and I just saw my sister with a big grin. I tried to open the door and banged the window but she would not open the door. I started to run around the car. I remember I cried for so long running around the car screaming for help.
There was also this time at school. I don’t know why I did it. At school all the student’s desk lined up in a row. When this girl tried to pass by to sit down to her desk, I remember kicking my bag to the side. This backpack tripped the girl and she fell to the floor. I remember her crying so loud. The teacher ran to my row and asked who did it. The girl was a good friend of mine and I never told anyone until now that I was the one who tripped her….
Pls. dont judge me.
