Fear of Lost

When I was twelve years old my family decided to visit Disney Land in the summer vacation. I was very happy that I would travel to a place I heard a lot about. The idea was like an adventure to me but what makes it a real adventure that I was lost from my parents in the crowded streets of Disney.
In the fourth day of our trip we visited the Epcot Center. There after we finished playing at the Mexican city and the old Indian camp, I went with my dad to buy an ice cream before we got to meet the rest of the family at the main street where the nightly carnival is going to pass. I walked b…