The "Sing" Problem

To begin, I belong to the LDS church. When I turned eight, I was baptized. At the Baptism, my mother really wanted me to sing a song. It was a strange request because nobody in my family really sings. Actually, that statement is false. A ton of my relatives on my dad's side of the family sing very well. My dad never really sings but everyone else on his side of the family seems to sing all the time. At the age of eight, I didn't know that my family was good at singing. Actually, I don't think I found out about my singing family until games like "Rock Band" and "Lips" came out.
Anyway, I didn't like the idea of singing at my baptism. It was too much effort. Eventually my mother convinced me to sing. I had never had to sing in front of people. I don't think I even sang to myself ever. I started preparing a primary song called "When Jesus Christ was Baptized". I would go to my neighbor's house to practice. My neighbor was a very optimistic women. She is always smiling and she is a wonderful singer. She was also going to be my pianist. I practiced at her house a couple times before the baptism.
One of the greatest things about being an eight year old boy is that it is really easy to sing higher notes. Being eight also made me a great singer no matter what I did. If I were to suck, it would not matter because eight year old boys who don't know how to sing are cute. When the baptism day came, I was not very nervous because I didn't really care what people thought of me at that age. I sang the song and it went very well. I was very proud of my performance at the time because people would come and tell me I did a great job.
The bishop of my ward requested that I sing the song in sacrament meeting about two weeks from my baptism.
Of course, it did not matter what I thought of this request because my mother answered for me. I didn't prepare for this song at all. Why would I? I had sang it once, I could sing it anytime. When I stepped up on the stand to sing on the sunday, I started to panic. There was a lot of people out there that were going to hear me sing. I began to sing. I didn't want to look at all the people because it scared me too badly. It seemed like the safest thing to do was to keep my eye on my family. It was the worst mistake I could have made. My little four year old brother was standing up on his chair pointing at me. He was telling everyone around him that I was his brother. I couldn't handle it. I began to laugh. I laughed so hard that I couldn't even hear the music anymore. When the song ended, I didn't eeven know it. I was laughing too hard. It was the most embarassing thing I had ever experienced......well, it was the most embarassing thing in my life so far.
As the week continued, people would come up to me and tell me "Wow! You did such a good job on sunday". That's when I realized that people would lie to me to me to make me feel better. I hated that. I didn't want people to lie to me because then I would never know what they really thought of my performance. It killd my self-esteem for the next six years of my life.