My earliest memory took place at age 3 when I was living in Chicago. I remember that my parents had to leave me with at my grandparents house with a bunch of other relatives, although I don't exactly remember why they did. I got scared as I thought that they were leaving me forever. I was crying for a majority of the time, and I ran back and forth down the hallway. My grandmother repeatedly told me that everything's okay and that my parents are coming to pick me up soon. Eventually, around evening time, my mom finally picked me up. The last thing I remember was that she brought with her some Burger King.
I really hate to admit it, but this event traumatized me. For the next several years, I was afraid to be at any place (except school) without someone from my immediate family. I would assume that they left me forever, and I would began to cry in fear. Today, I am FAR from that scardy-cat that I was in the past, thankfully. Overall, I learned to be a much stronger person and to be more independent.
