The one thing which was forbidden was to go into the woods.
Grandpa said there were wild animals in there you wouldn’t want to meet and that it would be easy for me to get lost.
However, kids – as we know – think they know it all, and I was really curious to explore those woods.
On about the third day of my stay, I got my chance.
Both my grandparents were busy with indoor jobs, so I slipped out, saying I was going to play in the yard.
As soon as I got outside, I went through the back gate which gave out onto the woods, and ran in among the trees.
I had a wonderful half an hour pretending I was hunting, following every small sound of creatures moving around the undergrowth.
Then I realized I was lost. Really lost. I went in what I thought was the right way for home, but nothing looked familiar.
I began to cry.