Fear of being labeled
I remember how fear had a hard grip on my life. I like to think about it in the past tense as if I could get over that fear or as if had gotten over it already. Never actually ever managing to really stop feeling fear or being fearful. I recall traveling to London for the first time, Most people thought that I must have been thrilled or in awe, but all I could feel is fear. It was a distant feeling, but I still could feel its presence. On my third day in London, I was walking and appreciating the local street shops, and talking to my friends about most random subjects. The first time I felt real fear was when I have entered a candy shop. I was overly joyous. It was late, perhaps after 6 PM. The shop was located on one of the busiest streets near the Camden market and there were many other open shops around. The street was bustling with crowds that were intrigued by the local goods as presented on the shops’ window display. As I entered the shop, I made sure