When I was 5 years old I had a pleasant experience. That was when my grandparents went home to play, so careless I got lost. At first, I didn’t even know I was lost. I kept going straight until I got tired of my legs and couldn’t walk anymore. At that time I knew I was lost. At first, I was so scared, that I cried loudly and called my parents. Everyone passing by looking at me. But I’m thinking of kidnappers. Due to fear of being found lost, I immediately stopped crying. I go against the original direction. I stood at a convenience store and waited for my parents to come to find me. The owner of the convenience store saw me standing there for a long time afraid I was hungry, so gave me a cake. By the evening my parents found me. Getting lost is scary but I find that after that time I have grown a lot. I also confidently handle unexpected situations better.