Lost

When I was a kid, I wandered away from my mom once. Okay, twice. I must've been really young the first time, as it's all quite hazy. We were at Longs at Pearlridge, I hadn't a care in the world, and suddenly, I was by myself. I got scared and cried, a nice lady took me somewhere in back, a "lost boy" page went out over the PA system, and I was quickly rescued.

The second time, I was definitely old enough to know better. Read on...