This post is going to be a response to the prompt at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/wrong-turns/
I’ve always been someone that is bad at directions or just getting myself around simple situations. I’m always that person to lose their way as a child from the house or lose their car, whenever I get one, and not be able to find it again alone.
When I was 11 or 12 years old, I went to the park behind my dad’s apartment at the time. I wasn’t supposed to go there alone, but at that age I didn’t listen as well to rules that didn’t make much sense. That’s normal for that age.
When this happened, I was with a “friend” of mine from the area. Although she was younger than me, it had been her original idea to go there alone.
We were walking towards the river that was passing the area we were at. We had fallen in at one point and that made us covered in water for awhile.
We continued to look around the area and walk around to different parts we had never been to.
After a few hours of walking around, we noticed a police car driving by. My dad had thought we had gotten lost or something like that.
I was driven back to my dad’s house by the cop with my dad next to me. He had been worried, but was never mad at me. I didn’t mean to cause trouble; I was more just trying to explore and my “friend” had given me a chance to do that.
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