I think there were two times when I was really lost...Once, I went to this carnival type thing with my family for a school that was really far away. I was maybe 6 or 7 years old...and it was late at night. I went off to go play one of the games...and when I turned around, nobody was there...and it was really freaky. I think I wandered around for 30 minutes until I found an information booth that happened to also be the lost and found...it was a BIG park, and I waited for another 30-60 minutes there until my family came and got me.
The other time was a month or so before...I went out biking and went to the park I usually went to. But then I decided to go a little farther and ended up getting on a freeway. I pulled off near this mountain-ish kind of thing and climbed to the top. But then I looked down and realized I was lost. Lost as to where I hiked up, lost as to where I was right then. I felt so empty and alone in the world, but my instincts kicked in, and I remembered that there was a semi-large body of water somewhere and I realigned myself to find where I was.
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Go die in a ditch if you're a b*tch, if you're a jerk, go to work, if you're just mean, flee the scene, and if you're rude, go ahead and intrude because you're probably just like me.