I've got a handful of stories that relate to the idea of egocentrism seeing as I spend a fair lot of time babysitting my young cousin, Henry, who is four years old.
One time in particular I was driving him home after picking him up from his daycare. Henry was strapped into his car chair in the back seat and I had the windows open because it was a particularly nice day. A bee flew into the car and Henry freaked out and shrieked about the bee saying "It's right there! It's right there!" not understanding that I did not see the world through his eyes and that his telling me the bee was "there" didn't explain anything. I tried prompting him to tell me where in the car the bee was, like if it was by one of the seats or by his backpack, and after a long while of this he managed to tell me where it was. It was tough though, because he kept falling back on pointing and saying "It's right there!", which is something that I couldn't relate to, not being in his seat and having his view of the car.