I am a little nervous with strangers. But I'm not tight inside. I think I am impulsive.
Soon the child learns that there are strangers, and ceases to be a child.
And how am I to face the odds Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
My earliest memory is of my first day at primary school and the distress of seeing my mother part from me.And being in a room full of strangers - of aliens. I felt that I would never see her again.
Kids naturally tend to be a bit camera shy, especially in front of strangers.
The place of my birth, and residence for nearly sixteen years, in the early part of my life, became endeared to my feelings and affections; and more especially so after I had quitted it for an unknown place, and to associate with strangers.
If I walked into a restaurant, the other diners would look around and say, 'I hope you're not cooking.'
A lot of people in line at the grocery store think that they know me, but they don't.
I'm more the sort of person who doesn't like hugging strangers because we don't know each other, so we shouldn't.
I convinced my parents to let me see an agent, but because I had been taught never to speak to strangers, I was so quiet during the interview, they said to bring me back when I was older.
