Sluffy wrote:Public speaking believe it or not!
I guess I was scared of all the normal things as a child but the first I really remember is when I was around 10 or 11 years old where it seemed to be normal for kids to read out passages of the bible in school assembly.
Although I had dyslexia it didn't stop me reading books, I remember reading Treasure Island around that time for instance, still by far one of the best books I've ever read although being similar age to the books hero Jim Hawkins at the time probably helped a great deal to make it so, but I certainly had no desire to read in public and from a book that I found hard to read from anyway with all the 'thee's' and thy's and strange words like Canaanites and Galileans and many, many more.
It seemed if I remember correctly that it was some form of badge of honour to read out in school assembly but I was petrified that I'd get chosen one day as (and I'm not wishing to blow my own trumpet or anything) I was one of the smartest kids in class by far and thus it seem inevitable to me I would be told one day it was my turn!
I can't remember now how I managed to avoid it - maybe the class teacher knew I wasn't wanting to do it or something but anyway it passed me by and all was well.
Funny to think looking back now that I've since done loads of public speaking, been a witness in courts, been interviewed live on radio, addressed a national company's AGM at the Queen Elizabeth Centre, across the road from Parliament in London, addressed foreign dignitary's in council 'twinning' events and a load of other stuff, since those days.
But at the time is was something I was really, really scared to do!
I know what you mean. As a child I had a slight stammer, which became pronounced whenever I had to read or speak in front of people.
I was word perfect speaking aloud in my own room, but add a few people and I went to pieces. One particular English teacher took an evil pleasure in asking me to stand in front of the class, and read passages from whatever book we happened to be studying that week.
I'd cry myself to sleep knowing what the days English lesson had in store.
Happily, I beat my stammer, but always feel pangs of sympathy when coming across other youngsters similarly affected.
Joe Biden himself beat a stammer, and he's not done too badly.
Although not the fear I was thinking of, Sluffy, your own post brought it back to mind.