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The first experience that I remember so well started when I was 6 years old.
I went out with my parents to “Chabuca Granda” in the afternoon. We went
there because my parents wanted to show me the place and the act that was
going to be there. First of all, we went to eat picarones on the street and when
we finished, we went to see the act in the middle of the place. We saw people
acting and dancing in the middle; Also, there were people singing and telling
jokes. After that, we went to take photos and take a walk.
When the night arrived, we went to see the stores and the products they had.
Then, I wanted to buy something, but my parents didn’t want to buy me
anything, so I told My mother that I drink a soda and they bought me. After my
parents bought me a soda, my mother told me to enter a craft store, but when
we entered, I left and got lost.
I didn’t know that I was lost because I was focused one drinking my soda, and I
went to sit in a chair. After I finished my soda, I didn’t know where I was. I only
saw people walking and people cooking in the street. I started to cry because I
didn’t find my parents and anybody went to help me. After I was lost 30 minutes,
a lady gave who was selling a dessert stopped me; then, she gave me a
dessert, and she told me: “don’t worry, I’m going to call your parents”. She
called the police officer, and they brought my parents. When the police officer
found my parents, he told them, "we found your son, come with us".
Finally, my parents found me eating a dessert that a lady gave me and when I
saw my parents, I saw that they are worried, so I hugged them. For me, this
experience was “the first that I remember and the most traumatizing.”