Anxiety Kicks 10-Year-Old’s Butt

I remember being about ten years old when I was in line for an achievement certificate. I still have that certificate.

It sits in a file on my desk, and sometimes when I page through it looking for pertinent identity proof items, I see it and doff my proverbial hat. I almost respect that certificate because it sent me on one of the most epic (and I am talking epic in a bad way) experiences of my life.