When I was a kid, I used to be carefree and cheerful. When I'm outside, I always interact with my childhood friends and play with them. Until one day, our teenage neighbor, whom I don't know yet, called me and showed me a lovely origami flower.
As a child, I was astonished by the origami that he made me enter their house, where no one but the two of us was around.
He took me to the bed and told me to lie down. I basically did what I was told, hoping that we'd come up with something fascinating to play. However, when he began to touch something that shouldn't be touched, panic began to engulf me. But because I was small and weak, I couldn't do anything but cry while his hand clung to my mouth, threatening me with death.
I thought I'd never be able to escape until my mother shouted outside while knocking on the door, causing him to stop doing what he was doing. I rushed to my mother as the door opened, attempting to conceal my dread of being threatened. Since that day, I've never left our house because I'm afraid something like like that may happen again.
As I grew older, I developed a distrust of males and became away from everyone else, that made me lonely. But then I realize that if I continue to drag myself back from that experience, I would never be able to go forward. That is why, in order to conquer my fear, I did my best to had the guts to interact with others.
As a result, I meet new people who accept me for who I am, as well as people who are trustworthy and reliable, which helps me grow and move forward.