The experience I remember the most was one time when I got lost when I was seven. That day, my parent took me to my grandmother's house to play. Everyone was busy making lunch and chatting while I played with the kids in the neighborhood. I don't remember very well, we went so far. The kids I was playing with came home one after another for lunch and I realized that I didn't know the way back to grandmother's house. I was really panicking, running around and crying. A woman heard my cry and came to ask me. After learning my mother's name, she was very kind to take me to my grandmother's house. That day everyone was looking for me. My mother is very worried about me. When I saw my return, my mother cried and hugged me. From then on I did not dare go out around.