Feeling Lost
One of my earliest memories of childhood is of being lost. Not lost, "I'm going to die!", lost but more of a "I'm scared and want my mommy!" lost. The truth is, I was not even really old enough to appreciate what being lost really meant, or at least I don't think I can remember thinking that at the time..... Sigh..... I simply can't remember. In my defence, it was, after all, a long time ago. About 56 years give or take if my memory is correct, which it likely isn't but the writing is started and I'm kind of committed to it at this point. (I'm new at this bare with me).... The memory sort of goes like this.... My sister was going somewhere with my Aunt. I wanted to go with them to wherever it was where they were going but I wasn't invited along as it was a "girl time" or some such thing. I followed them both anyway of course, while trying to not be seen following them and got lost in the crowd at the event they att...