>>2421401I was 8 or 9, cycling with mom and sister innawoods to the lake. I didn't have my glasses on because they broke a day before so I was following the blurry, red contour of my mom's jacket. At some point I had to stop to get a the bike chain back on cogs. When I looked up mom turned into small, red blob, so I tried to catch up with them on foot. She took turn into a smaller path and then animal trail. It wasn't a big deal for me as she would often stop to pick some berries. I was still following her when I heard my sister asking "where the hell are you going" behind my back. She took me back to mom, going exactly the opposite way. Apparently they stopped too seeing me struggle with that chain, but then I passed them without a word and walked off the road directly into bushes, still holding my bike. I wasn't on a trail. I couldn't hear them jelling to me. I have no idea what I was following.
