When I was seven years old my family was on vacation in Florida and I got lost on the beach. I was just being a typical kid; running around as my parents and my brother were walking by the shore. I was playing this game with myself, as I often do, where I would see how far ahead of my parents I could run and then run back to them before they crossed a certain point in the sand that I would determine before hand. A simple thing but when you're seven you have seemingly endless amounts of energy and the desire to do almost anything that involves something remotely interesting.
Well, I ran way ahead of them one time and figured I'd just meet them back at the hotel, which was right on the beach. Well, I ran past it. It got dark and before I knew it.. I was lost. No hotel, no parents. It was frightening. I remember thinking "well, this might be it for you". I had almost right there and then, at the age of seven, resolved myself to the fact that my life was probably over as I knew it. I guess when you're young the world isn't really all that mysterious. Maybe it's because our minds are not obfuscated by anything that doesn't have to do with family, eating and having fun. I always been like that though; incisive with my thought process. It's either over and I might as well stop worrying about it.. or.. it isn't over and I need to REALLY start worrying about it. Either way.. there's no real grey area to speak of. Well, It was fortuitous I suppose that I decided to give up.. because since I just sat down in the sand and stopped moving my dad finally ran into me. Turns out I'd wondered a good 3 miles down the beach from our hotel.
Anytime someone is gone for more than fifteen minutes now I start getting nervous.
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That's scary. Some parts of childhood aren't as magical as others, I'm sad to say.
oh my darling, dont worry, ill never leave you at least.
well work on getting over it :)
ps: dont go running off again you hear!? :D
<3
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