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| Hmmm, getting lost in a corn field or the woods as a kid didn't seem like that big a deal when I was growing up. You'd eventually came out somewhere, then most likely you'd find a road, or a creek, then find a familiar landmark and eventually make your way home. Funny thing, seems they were never that worried as long as I made it home by dark, especially the older sisters who probably enjoyed help getting me lost in the first place. Do remember dealing with the panicky feeling when it seemed you'd never get out, or when you finally did get out and not recognize anything, lol. | |
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Land Lord says no corn
