ABSTRACT
I’d lost complete control. What was supposed to be an organized game of musical chairs and dancing ended up being complete and utter turmoil. There were children surrounding me, clinging onto every part of my body and holding my hands. Boys were climbing on top of the chairs. Girls were refusing to get up at all. They were jumping up and down, furiously demanding every ounce of my attention. My body heat radiated against the children as we danced to the music. It wasn’t until I felt myself being pulled, literally, from opposite sides of my body, that I knew how out of control things were getting. I felt helpless. What had I gotten myself into? I thought I wanted to be a therapist, to work with children, to help save the world. But at that moment, all I could think of was how to save myself.
