When I was in my first year of high school, there was a school play that my mum really wanted me to audition for. I really couldn't be bothered so I never turned up to audition. When auditions were over, I told my mum that I didn't get a part and she angrily decided to call my school's drama department to find out why. The drama department were confused as they gave everyone who auditioned a role and thought they had missed me off their list somehow. My mum now thinks that being rejected for this school play caused me to become a very quiet person, whereas in reality I couldn't care less about the play and the experience didn't shape my personality whatsoever. She occassionally brings up the story at family parties, which my brother and I find hilarious. I don't have the heart to tell her the truth and doubt I ever will.