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.