Being lost and afraid is situation that I would not wish to anyone, especially if you are a kid. My story happened when I got lost in a market while I was with my mother. One day when I was four years old I went with my mother to a market but it was not a regular market it was “the market”. I remember that day; I was staring at the food stands especially at the desserts; since I was a little kid I liked to eat. At that moment a big crowd came to me and I lost contact with my mother, but I realized that after ten minutes because I was still concentrated on the desserts of the shelves. I was quiet and relax at the beginning, but I was telling to myself “Do not worry Tatjana mommy is coming for you”. My mother always told me “If you get lost do not worry I will find you”.
I waited for her for almost thirty minutes, and after that time I started to cry. At the beginning was an almost imperceptible sobbing, but after some minutes I became louder. An owner of one of the stands asked me if I was lost, but since my mother told me to do not talk with strangers I did not answer, I just cried. One lady decided to take me to the market radio station, so she took me to the D.J. booth, but I started to cry louder than ever. At that moment I thought that the lady was trying to kidnap me. I thought that because a couple of weeks before my cousin were kidnapped by a woman who lived in my neighborhood, who had some serious mental illness, and I related that situation to that moment I was living. I do not know why she did not explain me in that moment her intentions maybe that could be more helpful. She had to carry me in her arms and finally she could take me to the D.J.’s booth. When I arrived to the booth with my “Kidnapper” I saw a man on the microphone, he was talking something related to the market and finally I could understand the intentions of the lady. I ran desperate to the microphone and I began to call my mom. The D.J. took the microphone and began to talk through the P.A., he gave my description and he asked me for my mother’s name. After a couple of minutes my mother came to my rescue and my odyssey finished. I never went back to the market, until I turned 12. It was almost funny to go back to that place and remember what I lived that day.
I waited for her for almost thirty minutes, and after that time I started to cry. At the beginning was an almost imperceptible sobbing, but after some minutes I became louder. An owner of one of the stands asked me if I was lost, but since my mother told me to do not talk with strangers I did not answer, I just cried. One lady decided to take me to the market radio station, so she took me to the D.J. booth, but I started to cry louder than ever. At that moment I thought that the lady was trying to kidnap me. I thought that because a couple of weeks before my cousin were kidnapped by a woman who lived in my neighborhood, who had some serious mental illness, and I related that situation to that moment I was living. I do not know why she did not explain me in that moment her intentions maybe that could be more helpful. She had to carry me in her arms and finally she could take me to the D.J.’s booth. When I arrived to the booth with my “Kidnapper” I saw a man on the microphone, he was talking something related to the market and finally I could understand the intentions of the lady. I ran desperate to the microphone and I began to call my mom. The D.J. took the microphone and began to talk through the P.A., he gave my description and he asked me for my mother’s name. After a couple of minutes my mother came to my rescue and my odyssey finished. I never went back to the market, until I turned 12. It was almost funny to go back to that place and remember what I lived that day.
