Never Alone
When I was about 8 or 9 I got lost in Thorpe Park. My family and I had gone for a lovely day out and I had gone on the Flying Fish ride. My parents had said that they would wait around the side for me for when I got off. So I went on the ride and then when I got off, I went round the side to where my parents had said that they would be waiting for me, but they weren’t there. Or at least, I couldn’t see them. Immediately - like any little girl who is in a big theme park and can’t see their parents would - I panicked. I began frantically running around looking for them, but I was too frightened to look for them for very long. My legs were like jelly, I just felt like crying and I felt so alone. Then I spotted a member of staff litter-picking and ran over and told her that I’d lost my mum and dad. She immediately contacted reception and took me there to wait for my parents whilst they put out a message over the theme park speakers. To be honest, at this point I was more embarrassed than...