Guest guest Posted December 1, 2011 Report Share Posted December 1, 2011 Reb, to me, being "lost" implied something like having to ask a police-man how to get home, something like that. I have never been "lost"to anyone else, but have moved a lot--Cheers!nSubject: On being lost...To: MSersLife Date: Thursday, December 1, 2011, 6:39 AM I have been reading the "bucket lists" with great interest. And I have noticed that very few have put an "X" on "Been lost". I found that astounding actually... As a kid in a family that moved a lot it sometimes felt like I spent half my childhood being lost... Being in a new city can do that... But perhaps it's a matter of definition? Maybe I have a wider definition on "being lost" than most of you?I especially remember two occasions, both right after we had moved to a city called Norrköping, when I was 10. The first was when I had lived there a day or two, and my class was supposed to go swimming. A couple of other kids promised me to let me tag along with them to the public swimming center, but somewhere around halfway they got tired of walking (because of my balance issues, due to my preterm birth, I can't ride a bike, never could), and decided to get on their bikes and take off, hence leaving me behind. I spent about half an hour trying to find the swimming center on my own (there was not really anyone to ask, as it was the time of day when every adult was either at work or at home, and every kid was in school), without succeeding. Finally I figured that I could keep wandering around looking for a swimming center for the rest of my life (that was what it felt like at least...), or I could head home while I could still find my way there at least, and decided on the latter.The next day in school our teacher told me that while it was wrong of the others to leave me behind, it was also wrong of me to "pretend" that I couldn't find the swimming center. I insisted that I honestly couldn't find it. She said that was not possible, as "Everyone knows where the swimming center is". I asked her if she really believed that every human being is born with a map of the city of Norrköping engraved in their brain, as that is the only way it could be true that "Everyone", regardless of if they ever sat foot in Norrköping before, knows where everything in Norrköping is located...I was, as a rule, a very polite and well behaved kid (and a bit brainy too...), but that didn't mean I didn't talk back to adults when they said absolutely absurd things... Eventually I came to earn the respect and affection of that teacher (too) for speaking my mind in an intelligent way when there was a need, but in the same time not being more of a pain than necessary. Teachers did tend to like me, but with her it surprised me, as she was quite a tyrant with the other kids. She could be very mean, and did even beat kids a couple of times (no it was not legal, and yes, as far as I know, the parents of that kid did report her to the police). I never really understood why I was let off for talking back to her, when the other kids were very harshly treated for less than that. As an adult, I suspect the secret was in how (arguing my case) and when (not always, but only when I really felt that it was justified) I talked back. But I am not sure.Simultaneously, the talking back I did, earned me the respect of the trouble makers in the class too. Especially after I defended one of them against unreasonable accusations from her (I told her she was not being reasonable, by demonstrating that I could, with the same logic she was using, accuse her of the same thing...).The second time was also short after we moved to Norrköping. We had lived there a few weeks, and I felt I knew my way around the city center by then. Turned out, the city center during the carnival (a sort of Mardi Gras), was another thing altogether...See what a little question about being lost can bring back...love/Reb - who is now rarely lost, thanks to GPS... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 1, 2011 Report Share Posted December 1, 2011 One of my " lost " situations happened when I was maybe 10 years old. My best friend said that there was a way we could get to " milemo " (a cross on the bluffs) through the woods in our neighborhood (our neighborhood, actually, was not that far from the bluffs). We attempted it a few times, and always turned back, but one particular time, we got up to where you had to make a choice of where to go (we had the path before that memorized pretty well) and chose wrongly, evidently. We ended up at the back end of property belonging to a brotherhood (the same brotherhood where the " exorcist " boy was originally treated before being moved to the St. Louis University Jesuits). I suspect now that the cross was actually on their property. We wandered around before finding someone cutting the grass, and he gave us directions to the " road " , but we didn't know which road we were going to end up on. Finally about halfway up that road, I figured out what road it was, and by following that, and then the road it spilled out onto, we were about a mile and half from home (although in the woods we had gone much farther than a mile and half). My best friend really got it when we got back, because her mother was only visiting her grandmother (she visited almost every day), and she couldn't find Jo to go home. (In a bit of " sentimentalism " for my memory, Jo and her second husband bought her grandmother's house from her grandmother's estate and live there now, right across the street from my parents.) It's certainly not the last time I was lost, but the best in my memory. Other times were car journeys where gas station attendants were consulted about how to get back to where we needed to be.Tina I have been reading the " bucket lists " with great interest. And I have noticed that very few have put an " X " on " Been lost " . I found that astounding actually... As a kid in a family that moved a lot it sometimes felt like I spent half my childhood being lost... Being in a new city can do that... But perhaps it's a matter of definition? Maybe I have a wider definition on " being lost " than most of you? I especially remember two occasions, both right after we had moved to a city called Norrköping, when I was 10. The first was when I had lived there a day or two, and my class was supposed to go swimming. A couple of other kids promised me to let me tag along with them to the public swimming center, but somewhere around halfway they got tired of walking (because of my balance issues, due to my preterm birth, I can't ride a bike, never could), and decided to get on their bikes and take off, hence leaving me behind. I spent about half an hour trying to find the swimming center on my own (there was not really anyone to ask, as it was the time of day when every adult was either at work or at home, and every kid was in school), without succeeding. Finally I figured that I could keep wandering around looking for a swimming center for the rest of my life (that was what it felt like at least...), or I could head home while I could still find my way there at least, and decided on the latter. The next day in school our teacher told me that while it was wrong of the others to leave me behind, it was also wrong of me to " pretend " that I couldn't find the swimming center. I insisted that I honestly couldn't find it. She said that was not possible, as " Everyone knows where the swimming center is " . I asked her if she really believed that every human being is born with a map of the city of Norrköping engraved in their brain, as that is the only way it could be true that " Everyone " , regardless of if they ever sat foot in Norrköping before, knows where everything in Norrköping is located... I was, as a rule, a very polite and well behaved kid (and a bit brainy too...), but that didn't mean I didn't talk back to adults when they said absolutely absurd things... Eventually I came to earn the respect and affection of that teacher (too) for speaking my mind in an intelligent way when there was a need, but in the same time not being more of a pain than necessary. Teachers did tend to like me, but with her it surprised me, as she was quite a tyrant with the other kids. She could be very mean, and did even beat kids a couple of times (no it was not legal, and yes, as far as I know, the parents of that kid did report her to the police). I never really understood why I was let off for talking back to her, when the other kids were very harshly treated for less than that. As an adult, I suspect the secret was in how (arguing my case) and when (not always, but only when I really felt that it was justified) I talked back. But I am not sure. Simultaneously, the talking back I did, earned me the respect of the trouble makers in the class too. Especially after I defended one of them against unreasonable accusations from her (I told her she was not being reasonable, by demonstrating that I could, with the same logic she was using, accuse her of the same thing...). The second time was also short after we moved to Norrköping. We had lived there a few weeks, and I felt I knew my way around the city center by then. Turned out, the city center during the carnival (a sort of Mardi Gras), was another thing altogether... See what a little question about being lost can bring back...love/Reb - who is now rarely lost, thanks to GPS... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 1, 2011 Report Share Posted December 1, 2011 One of my " lost " situations happened when I was maybe 10 years old. My best friend said that there was a way we could get to " milemo " (a cross on the bluffs) through the woods in our neighborhood (our neighborhood, actually, was not that far from the bluffs). We attempted it a few times, and always turned back, but one particular time, we got up to where you had to make a choice of where to go (we had the path before that memorized pretty well) and chose wrongly, evidently. We ended up at the back end of property belonging to a brotherhood (the same brotherhood where the " exorcist " boy was originally treated before being moved to the St. Louis University Jesuits). I suspect now that the cross was actually on their property. We wandered around before finding someone cutting the grass, and he gave us directions to the " road " , but we didn't know which road we were going to end up on. Finally about halfway up that road, I figured out what road it was, and by following that, and then the road it spilled out onto, we were about a mile and half from home (although in the woods we had gone much farther than a mile and half). My best friend really got it when we got back, because her mother was only visiting her grandmother (she visited almost every day), and she couldn't find Jo to go home. (In a bit of " sentimentalism " for my memory, Jo and her second husband bought her grandmother's house from her grandmother's estate and live there now, right across the street from my parents.) It's certainly not the last time I was lost, but the best in my memory. Other times were car journeys where gas station attendants were consulted about how to get back to where we needed to be.Tina I have been reading the " bucket lists " with great interest. And I have noticed that very few have put an " X " on " Been lost " . I found that astounding actually... As a kid in a family that moved a lot it sometimes felt like I spent half my childhood being lost... Being in a new city can do that... But perhaps it's a matter of definition? Maybe I have a wider definition on " being lost " than most of you? I especially remember two occasions, both right after we had moved to a city called Norrköping, when I was 10. The first was when I had lived there a day or two, and my class was supposed to go swimming. A couple of other kids promised me to let me tag along with them to the public swimming center, but somewhere around halfway they got tired of walking (because of my balance issues, due to my preterm birth, I can't ride a bike, never could), and decided to get on their bikes and take off, hence leaving me behind. I spent about half an hour trying to find the swimming center on my own (there was not really anyone to ask, as it was the time of day when every adult was either at work or at home, and every kid was in school), without succeeding. Finally I figured that I could keep wandering around looking for a swimming center for the rest of my life (that was what it felt like at least...), or I could head home while I could still find my way there at least, and decided on the latter. The next day in school our teacher told me that while it was wrong of the others to leave me behind, it was also wrong of me to " pretend " that I couldn't find the swimming center. I insisted that I honestly couldn't find it. She said that was not possible, as " Everyone knows where the swimming center is " . I asked her if she really believed that every human being is born with a map of the city of Norrköping engraved in their brain, as that is the only way it could be true that " Everyone " , regardless of if they ever sat foot in Norrköping before, knows where everything in Norrköping is located... I was, as a rule, a very polite and well behaved kid (and a bit brainy too...), but that didn't mean I didn't talk back to adults when they said absolutely absurd things... Eventually I came to earn the respect and affection of that teacher (too) for speaking my mind in an intelligent way when there was a need, but in the same time not being more of a pain than necessary. Teachers did tend to like me, but with her it surprised me, as she was quite a tyrant with the other kids. She could be very mean, and did even beat kids a couple of times (no it was not legal, and yes, as far as I know, the parents of that kid did report her to the police). I never really understood why I was let off for talking back to her, when the other kids were very harshly treated for less than that. As an adult, I suspect the secret was in how (arguing my case) and when (not always, but only when I really felt that it was justified) I talked back. But I am not sure. Simultaneously, the talking back I did, earned me the respect of the trouble makers in the class too. Especially after I defended one of them against unreasonable accusations from her (I told her she was not being reasonable, by demonstrating that I could, with the same logic she was using, accuse her of the same thing...). The second time was also short after we moved to Norrköping. We had lived there a few weeks, and I felt I knew my way around the city center by then. Turned out, the city center during the carnival (a sort of Mardi Gras), was another thing altogether... See what a little question about being lost can bring back...love/Reb - who is now rarely lost, thanks to GPS... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 1, 2011 Report Share Posted December 1, 2011 Reb, When I was in junior high, near the end of 8th grade, my dad got his retirement orders. Since we were in California at the time and my dad knew that I would be missing the 8th graders end of the year field trip to Disneyland, he decided to take the family to Disneyland. He knew that Disneyland was in Anaheim, CA. All along the highway between AFB and Anaheim, we would see signs that said how far we were from Disneyland. Once we got to Anaheim, the Disneyland signs were no where to be found. I don't remember how many people he asked; but, it seemed like some of the people who lived in Anaheim couldn't say how to get to Disneyland. But, we found the park, anyway and had a good time. I wouldn't say my dad was lost in that situation. Donna in WA Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 1, 2011 Report Share Posted December 1, 2011 I guess I shouldn't have said I had never been lost. I have been "turned around". When I was 11 years old I rode the school bus for the first time. Every day I would get off the bus and start walking the direction I thought I should go. The bus driver wound lean out the window and say "where are you going Sharon?" All the kids would laugh and I hated that. But I was going in the opposite direction each and every time!lol SharonThis email is a natural hand made product. The slight variations in spelling and grammar enhance its individual character and beauty and in no way are to be considered flaws or defects. To: MSersLife Sent: Thursday, December 1, 2011 7:39 AM Subject: On being lost... I have been reading the "bucket lists" with great interest. And I have noticed that very few have put an "X" on "Been lost". I found that astounding actually... As a kid in a family that moved a lot it sometimes felt like I spent half my childhood being lost... Being in a new city can do that... But perhaps it's a matter of definition? Maybe I have a wider definition on "being lost" than most of you?I especially remember two occasions, both right after we had moved to a city called Norrköping, when I was 10. The first was when I had lived there a day or two, and my class was supposed to go swimming. A couple of other kids promised me to let me tag along with them to the public swimming center, but somewhere around halfway they got tired of walking (because of my balance issues, due to my preterm birth, I can't ride a bike, never could), and decided to get on their bikes and take off, hence leaving me behind. I spent about half an hour trying to find the swimming center on my own (there was not really anyone to ask, as it was the time of day when every adult was either at work or at home, and every kid was in school), without succeeding. Finally I figured that I could keep wandering around looking for a swimming center for the rest of my life (that was what it felt like at least...), or I could head home while I could still find my way there at least, and decided on the latter.The next day in school our teacher told me that while it was wrong of the others to leave me behind, it was also wrong of me to "pretend" that I couldn't find the swimming center. I insisted that I honestly couldn't find it. She said that was not possible, as "Everyone knows where the swimming center is". I asked her if she really believed that every human being is born with a map of the city of Norrköping engraved in their brain, as that is the only way it could be true that "Everyone", regardless of if they ever sat foot in Norrköping before, knows where everything in Norrköping is located...I was, as a rule, a very polite and well behaved kid (and a bit brainy too...), but that didn't mean I didn't talk back to adults when they said absolutely absurd things... Eventually I came to earn the respect and affection of that teacher (too) for speaking my mind in an intelligent way when there was a need, but in the same time not being more of a pain than necessary. Teachers did tend to like me, but with her it surprised me, as she was quite a tyrant with the other kids. She could be very mean, and did even beat kids a couple of times (no it was not legal, and yes, as far as I know, the parents of that kid did report her to the police). I never really understood why I was let off for talking back to her, when the other kids were very harshly treated for less than that. As an adult, I suspect the secret was in how (arguing my case) and when (not always, but only when I really felt that it was justified) I talked back. But I am not sure.Simultaneously, the talking back I did, earned me the respect of the trouble makers in the class too. Especially after I defended one of them against unreasonable accusations from her (I told her she was not being reasonable, by demonstrating that I could, with the same logic she was using, accuse her of the same thing...).The second time was also short after we moved to Norrköping. We had lived there a few weeks, and I felt I knew my way around the city center by then. Turned out, the city center during the carnival (a sort of Mardi Gras), was another thing altogether...See what a little question about being lost can bring back...love/Reb - who is now rarely lost, thanks to GPS... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 1, 2011 Report Share Posted December 1, 2011 Reminds me of the first day I went to grade one alone. I walked out of the wrong door of the school and freaked because nothing looked familiar. I don't know how I got home because I was obviously walking down the wrong street. Sure shows how times have changed, letting a 5 yr old walk home from school alone and not worry about it ... hugs, Cait I guess I shouldn't have said I had never been lost. I have been "turned around". When I was 11 years old I rode the school bus for the first time. Every day I would get off the bus and start walking the direction I thought I should go. The bus driver wound lean out the window and say "where are you going Sharon?" All the kids would laugh and I hated that. But I was going in the opposite direction each and every time! lol SharonThis email is a natural hand made product. The slight variations in spelling and grammar enhance its individual character and beauty and in no way are to be considered flaws or defects. To: MSersLife Sent: Thursday, December 1, 2011 7:39 AMSubject: On being lost... I have been reading the "bucket lists" with great interest. And I have noticed that very few have put an "X" on "Been lost". I found that astounding actually... As a kid in a family that moved a lot it sometimes felt like I spent half my childhood being lost... Being in a new city can do that... But perhaps it's a matter of definition? Maybe I have a wider definition on "being lost" than most of you? I especially remember two occasions, both right after we had moved to a city called Norrköping, when I was 10. The first was when I had lived there a day or two, and my class was supposed to go swimming. A couple of other kids promised me to let me tag along with them to the public swimming center, but somewhere around halfway they got tired of walking (because of my balance issues, due to my preterm birth, I can't ride a bike, never could), and decided to get on their bikes and take off, hence leaving me behind. I spent about half an hour trying to find the swimming center on my own (there was not really anyone to ask, as it was the time of day when every adult was either at work or at home, and every kid was in school), without succeeding. Finally I figured that I could keep wandering around looking for a swimming center for the rest of my life (that was what it felt like at least...), or I could head home while I could still find my way there at least, and decided on the latter. The next day in school our teacher told me that while it was wrong of the others to leave me behind, it was also wrong of me to "pretend" that I couldn't find the swimming center. I insisted that I honestly couldn't find it. She said that was not possible, as "Everyone knows where the swimming center is". I asked her if she really believed that every human being is born with a map of the city of Norrköping engraved in their brain, as that is the only way it could be true that "Everyone", regardless of if they ever sat foot in Norrköping before, knows where everything in Norrköping is located... I was, as a rule, a very polite and well behaved kid (and a bit brainy too...), but that didn't mean I didn't talk back to adults when they said absolutely absurd things... Eventually I came to earn the respect and affection of that teacher (too) for speaking my mind in an intelligent way when there was a need, but in the same time not being more of a pain than necessary. Teachers did tend to like me, but with her it surprised me, as she was quite a tyrant with the other kids. She could be very mean, and did even beat kids a couple of times (no it was not legal, and yes, as far as I know, the parents of that kid did report her to the police). I never really understood why I was let off for talking back to her, when the other kids were very harshly treated for less than that. As an adult, I suspect the secret was in how (arguing my case) and when (not always, but only when I really felt that it was justified) I talked back. But I am not sure. Simultaneously, the talking back I did, earned me the respect of the trouble makers in the class too. Especially after I defended one of them against unreasonable accusations from her (I told her she was not being reasonable, by demonstrating that I could, with the same logic she was using, accuse her of the same thing...). The second time was also short after we moved to Norrköping. We had lived there a few weeks, and I felt I knew my way around the city center by then. Turned out, the city center during the carnival (a sort of Mardi Gras), was another thing altogether... See what a little question about being lost can bring back... love /Reb - who is now rarely lost, thanks to GPS... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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