Can you imagine being a little child that wandered away from your mom? My worst nightmare as a kid was getting separated and lost from my parents. Going to the grocery store or going to any big retail store such as Walmart, I would always hold my mom or dad’s hand so that I wouldn’t get lost. I could quite honestly say that being lost or separated from my parents would have been one of my greatest fears while growing up. I know that in psychology there is something called separation anxiety in which a little child will begin to cry when they are no longer near their parents. I can easily say that I would probably have been one of those kids. Sometimes things just happen without you saying it or knowing it such as getting lost.
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The first time I got lost was when I was at Jewel Osco with my parents I was about 5 years old when this happened. I was looking around for them and I couldn’t find them. I was looking at a toy and then they didn’t notice that I was still by the toys and not with them when they walked away. Finally, a worker saw me and made an announcement over the intercom saying my mom’s name and I was finally able to be reunited with my parents. I remember my parents being worried sick about losing me and what happened and whether or not I was ok. They were looking for me all over the place and my mom was terrified and assumed the worst. I vividly remember her telling me to never wander off again.
The second time I got lost was worse than the first time getting lost it happened to be at one of the biggest stores to date that I have ever been to, IKEA. It’s a giant store and it is pretty close to find someone that you’ve lost. …show more content…
This brings me to the third time that I go lost although, this story is not of a local store or any big store, it’s an entirely new level. When I was little my family and I decided to take an entire summer long vacation to India to visit my grandparents and family that 's there. In india, most of the things that you come across there are never here in the states. For example, the side of the street that the cars drive on, the food markets, the malls, everything is different from what we have here. Being a young boy I always had the heart to want to wander and look at everything. One time my grandma took me to go grocery shopping with her to the market. The market by our house is like a farmers market that you would see here. The food is all presented outside and you pay at each vendor. I can clearly remember that right next to the food market there was this man kart that had so many cool toys for kids. The toy that had caught my eye from afar was the plastic
There were a …show more content…
The first time I got lost was when I was at Jewel Osco with my parents I was about 5 years old when this happened. I was looking around for them and I couldn’t find them. I was looking at a toy and then they didn’t notice that I was still by the toys and not with them when they walked away. Finally, a worker saw me and made an announcement over the intercom saying my mom’s name and I was finally able to be reunited with my parents. I remember my parents being worried sick about losing me and what happened and whether or not I was ok. They were looking for me all over the place and my mom was terrified and assumed the worst. I vividly remember her telling me to never wander off again.
The second time I got lost was worse than the first time getting lost it happened to be at one of the biggest stores to date that I have ever been to, IKEA. It’s a giant store and it is pretty close to find someone that you’ve lost. …show more content…
This brings me to the third time that I go lost although, this story is not of a local store or any big store, it’s an entirely new level. When I was little my family and I decided to take an entire summer long vacation to India to visit my grandparents and family that 's there. In india, most of the things that you come across there are never here in the states. For example, the side of the street that the cars drive on, the food markets, the malls, everything is different from what we have here. Being a young boy I always had the heart to want to wander and look at everything. One time my grandma took me to go grocery shopping with her to the market. The market by our house is like a farmers market that you would see here. The food is all presented outside and you pay at each vendor. I can clearly remember that right next to the food market there was this man kart that had so many cool toys for kids. The toy that had caught my eye from afar was the plastic