I remember once when I was 7 or 8, I was riding horses with my mum

We lived in a mountain range, and there were sprawling trails. My mum decided we should go forward into an uncleared area, the brush was so thick. You really couldn't see anything in front of you, and there was a lot of swamp around

She got angry at me because I didn't want to go in there, and turned to me and called me a stick in the mud, and said I'd never get anywhere if I didn't take risks

I still think about it often, and imagine how disappointed shed be in me. I am still overly cautious and I can't help it. I was always a reluctant and avoidant child and I am the same as an adult