He was shy. He had been shy as long as he could remember. He was very shy when he was three years old. His relatives came to the Quinns’ house for Thanksgiving that year. Bobby ran into his bedroom and crawled under his bed. “Bobby, come out and say hello,” his mother begged. Nobody could make him come out. Bobby was very shy when he was five years old. On the first day of kindergarten, Bobby cried. He didn’t want his mother to leave. He didn’t want to meet the children in his class. “But Bobby,” his mother said, “don’t you want to make new friends?” “Absolutely not!” Absolutely was the biggest word Bobby knew. He used it whenever he could. Bobby cried every day for a month. When he stopped crying, it was too late. By then, none of the children wanted to meet him. They called him Cry Bobby.
