Kidnapped

I love adventure. I do not care of dangers that come my way as long as I enjoy traveling. That makes me a risky type of person.

I am not naive. Every time I go out, I do not let myself forget where I come from. That is the reason why I do not get lost easily. I always make sure I know how to get home. That is just one of the reasons why I don't get lost easily. There are many reasons but I'd rather go straight to the point on what this post is all about than mentioning all of them to you, readers. What I am posting today is about how I got the characteristic of being an adventurous person. This is an ironic story.

When I was a small kid (I am not yet studying on that time being),  I used to go out and play outside our house (my family's house). I was allowed to play outside but not outside the neighborhood. Let me describe first the place where I used to live in. Me and my family used to live in a compound. It wasn't a large compound and not really suitable for kids to play outside. The middle spaces were made for the vehicles (parking lot). Kids could only play in that particular place if there are no vehicles parked. I will try to illustrate it the place to you:

| H | P  | H |
| O | A | O |
| U | R  | U |
| S | K  | S |
| E | I    | E |
| S | N  | S |
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*As you can see in this illustration, the middle space is for parking lot and it is between two columns of houses. It is not ideal for children to play outside their houses. *

Now that I have described the place I used to live in, the story goes on. As long as I remember, I went outside our house to play with the neighbors. One of our neighbors (a woman about 20's or 30's of age) talked to me and said that I should go to their house. Naive I was, I agreed to go with her. And then I met a man (I think the same age as her) and he welcomed me into their house. I sat into their sofa and remained quiet. They were nice to me. They didn't hurt me. Their telephone rang and the man I met answered it. While he was talking to the phone, I thought he was talking to my parents and telling them to fetch me. Then he gave me the phone and I thought it was my Dad but what I had heard wasn't my Dad's voice. It was somebody else. He took the phone away from me and we went to a store. By that time, I didn't know what they were trying to do. Luckily, I was saved by my Dad and I got home safely.

After that incident, I began to realize that they were trying to sell me. What I didn't understand is why I didn't feel that I was kidnapped by that moment? How did my Dad find me? He told me later on that he saw my pair of slippers outside our house. Wow. I didn't even notice I was barefooted. I was a total naive. 

Ironic isn't it? After being kidnapped, I became an adventurous, risky person. If you think of it, it is funny and weird. At least, from that experience came a positive outcome of my being. It is not necessarily a positive outcome of my being. Sometimes being risky comes to the point of being impulsive. It is not really a good thing when it comes in making decisions in life. That's it for now. I have many stories to tell about my life.