when I still saw her in person: I stomped my feet and scowled at her and refused to speak more than once when I was responding from the inner bratty teenager. That was always lovely. One time I was enjoying doing a sand tray so much that I was literally skipping between the shelves of miniatures and the sand tray - I felt like a carefree little girl - when I thought about it later that day I felt so embarrassed!!! I got really frustrated one time at something and threw my pen across the room, narrowly missing her head. And we won't even go into details because I still feel guilty about it, but I hung up on her once after we started doing phone sessions. That was not good.