One year my family and I went the Minnesota State fair and every year we go we make sure that we stop by and visit our friends that own the Tiny Tim Donut joint. So, we stopped there and rested while we ate our free donuts. Soon after my little brother, who was about 7 at the time, had to use the bathroom so I escorted him there. The bathroom was designed with two entrances; one on each side. Each door was propped open so I was able to keep an eye an him. I watched him enter the bathroom, but when I left he ran out the wrong door on the opposite side. He must have gotten turned around and confused and he kept on going. I yelled, "John, John!" but he couldn't hear me. I was too timid to run through the men's bathroom so all I could think to do was run back to my parents and tell them what had happened. I thought maybe they would be reassuring and be calm and collected. However, this was definitely not the case. They started freaking out and I felt really bad and completely responsible for loosing my brother. We searched for hours and hours looking for him. Finally, we met back at the Tiny Tim Donuts and there he was!!! Someone had found him!!! We were so relived!!! From that day on I've always kept a very very very close eye on my little brother wherever we go.
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