¤DãŃn¥ §êãGüLL¤;3711081 said:Is the most terrifying thing in the world. NOTHING used to shit me up like that, and I mean the equivalent nowadays would be having a gun pointed to my head.
What is it about that moment when you turn round and realise you're on your own in those huge aisles and masses of trollies that used to turn you into a babbling wreck frantically running from stranger to stranger begging for help.
I can recall one time in ASDA down the marina I lost my family and I completely bawled it, those 5 or so minutes felt like they went on forever. I was still shaken up when I got to work.
My Sister and I spent many a good hour trying to lose Mum in Woolworths in Horsham, their standard operating procedure was to take lost kids to the pick'n'mix so we gorged on toffees whilst they sent out a Mrs OW you've lost your kids again message, worked well but wore thin when I reached 18
Dunno if they still make them but they had a harness to go round the kids chest and basically a lead attached to it just like a dog lead.
When I was four i jumped a 6ft fence
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