This is....a memory drawing, i guess.... It was my first day of school at my new school Lawton. I was 7 and we'd just moved to that neighborhood.
During recess, since I had no one to play with...I climbed to the top of this tall thingy made of old tires.
And I was stuck.
Terrified, I sat clinging, watching everyone play below. I couldn't figure out how you were supposed to get down.
Soon, the teachers blew their whistles to signal the end of recess. I felt ready to cry....I couldn't get down, and if I couldn't get down I'd get in trouble for not coming back to class....
I was too shy and ashamed to ask for help.
Finally, I swallowed my fear and cautiously slipped down the first tire. My stomach flipped with the slight drop....and then another tire...and finally the last one. I don't remember if I got back to the classroom late or not....but it was a while before I was comfortable climbing that thing again.