This is me at a party before I start crying in the middle of it because I'm scared and everything for me is going wrong.

I remember one where (It was more of a funeral/ slash party get together for my little baby cousin who died from a type of cancer my dog had except hers were outside and my dogs were inside)

So, everything was cool at first. They handed us these purple and orange shirts (To represent something I can't remember I also chose orange) we then found our Gmom (Grandma) and talked. A while later there was this bounce house right? So I saw this bounce house a while back on youtube from the youtube channel Sandraroo kids. So as we wait in the line. Which, who am I kidding? Kids weren't listening and just started going in it all wild-

Oh I was a sensitive kid.

I get pressured anyways, the kids were wild so my dad started to get worried and just took us back to our seats which lead us all sad and that's where I started crying a bit. I understood, he didn't want us to get hurt and break our bones because the kids were being jerks but it still made me sad.

Later, they had ice cream so my dad told us to go over and get ice cream for ourselves. Now, I and my sister were scared to walk by ourselves into a farm of people. Which would lead us to walk slowly and awkwardly (I walk in a way better now but my sister still does it sometimes) so we wait but the kids were cutting us in line and we just let them get some ice cream. So as we finally got to it, it was all gone. Which just made me even more upset because that could've made this entire situation better for me and my siblings.

I'm still saying the story so HEEEE, anyways that entire time we're sitting there crying because we couldn't run around, couldn't play at the bounce house, and now we couldn't have ice cream. I tried smiling at my Gmom so I didn't seem all that bratty. But my mom just felt bad because we couldn't do anything but watch boring sports on stools. To this day every time I think about it, it kinda just seemed depressing and how most of the kids were restless beasts. I didn't even get to talk with our cousins who were older siblings to our little baby cousin. I also did think I had my hair tight up (It's curly so since it's gotten bigger it's getting harder for my mom) so that just made it worse. We got in the car still sad when it was over but my Gmom gave us these nice "Boy shorts" that I wear because I hate my butt just hanging out of my underwear. Lol.

Yeah.

I can still be sensitive from time to time, but I kinda control my feelings a bit and try to hold them back. But you get less sensitive once you get, that's life.

That's why the next time I go somewhere I am gonna be mature and tell everyone their noobs as I hog the swingset so HA!

What was the deleted comment by the way?

Oh aw. Lol.