I remember getting lost in a hotel in Japan. I was eight, on a vacation with my family. We didn't have bathrooms in our rooms, and someone came in at night and rolled out thick futons for us to sleep on. It was a luxurious hotel, but not in a western way. I had to pee, and insisted on going by myself, but got lost down the long hallways, and was so frightened, I hid behind a large potted plant. Finally, I saw my dad coming down the hall, his raincoat over his pajamas, calling my name, and I ran out to him, and wasn't in trouble.
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