I was hiding under an obnoxious yellow slide for at least fifteen minutes, as a four-year-old fifteen minutes stretch out longer than they should be. Every minute was a small eternity and to me, I didn't think they were coming back. I was alone. I peeked my head out from the slide and crooned to listen for sounds of laughter. Hoping to hear someone screaming "I found you!" but I heard nothing. The entire park was empty and not one of the kids I had met earlier was around. I sat back down underneath the slide deciding to ignore the rising feelings of uneasiness. I wondered where they went. Could they all have found hiding places better than mine and they only appeared to be gone? I must have sat under that wet slide for another five minutes …show more content…
To fuel this anger even more was the fact that I noticed someone had passed out cookies and I didn't get one. After I dried the rest of my tears I resumed my status is the class. The entirety of the rest of the day I refused to partake in the rest of the class up until I went home. For at least a week after the whole ordeal I refused to play games with anyone. My classmates have lost my trust it took me at least two more weeks to even want to play with anyone let alone even trust them to play hide and seek I was even furious with my teacher for just being neglectful. I mean how could she have just left me outside? It was her job to make sure I was there. It was her job to protect me and she didn't do that. Perhaps I'm lucky though this could have been the one situation that created separation anxiety or severe mistrust of people but it didn't. In fact I dare say it even helped me. It helped me to become more aware of my surroundings about me to be more cautious more vigilant and it even facilitated one of my strong personality points of self preservation and independence. Looking back it taught me how to be alone sometimes even if it’s just for a few