When I was 12 years old, I took a walk in the woods and I got lost. It wasn’t just me: it was the day after Thanksgiving and there were five of us. My cousin Daniel was the oldest, 13, but it was my parents’ farm, so my brother and I were supposed to know the lay of the land. And until we got lost, I would have said that we did. We were in the woods all the time, and the trails were mostly clear. But we got turned around, must have crossed a downed fence, and ended up wandering through unfamiliar places.
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