Luckily, I don’t easily get lost. And?if my memory serves me right, the last time I lost my way?was when I was still a primary school kid. So basically, my dad took me to a huge shopping mall. We were quickly walking past the school supply section?when suddenly a sticker sheet?caught my attention.

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I was so fascinated that before I’d realized it,?I lost track of time as well as?any sight of my father. I walked around, but he’s still no where to be found. And what’s worse, I couldn’t?find my way back either. The huge mall was completely new and unfamiliar to me. That’s when?it occurred to me that I had become lost.

Disoriented, I started to?panic. At first I just froze?there, feeling overwhelmed. Then stress and anxiety washed over me?as I thought of all the horrible ways I could get kidnapped. I cried?in despair,?but no one came to my rescue. I soon realized?I had to rely on myself to find the way.?So I took a deep breath?and quickly gathered myself, as well as all the rational?brain cells an eight-year-old could have, and?asked the nearest staff for directions.?

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With the help of the staff and the big signs in the mall, I finally?found my way to?the parking lot. Then through some?trial and error, I successfully located my dad’s car. So I waited there, hoping no dodgy stranger?would?beat my dad to it. Eventually, when I saw my dad walk towards me a while later, I cried again, this time in relief. ?

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It’s been ages?since this?nerve-racking?incident, but that?feeling of helplessness?still haunts me?from time to time. So that’s why growing up, I’ve always been mindful to?develop?a good sense of direction. I’ve almost never got lost since then.?