When I was as old as my little boy, nine years old, I was a quiet, timid girl being very afraid of talking to other people than my family and blushing when I had to talk to the teacher during the classes.
I don’t know how I survived so many displeasing situations in the public because I was so shy having tears always quickly at hand, which made me more timid and I hated it so much.
How did I become so courageous to speak out in public and to write critiques for newspapers?
Little boy won’t have any problems. The world belongs to him.
Some people get this capability for free; some people have to work for it hard as I had to.
I am happy for all the people who are like my little boy.