When I was about 3 or 4 years old, I went for a little 'walk' outside with my younger brother, early in the morning (around 5am). I think we were about half a mile away from home, when I lost my brother, and I ran back home, and told my mum that my brother was lost 'under a bridge'. (it was actually an underpass, but I didn't learn that word back then). My mum immediately presumed it was under the canal bridge, and then called the police. Luckily, an old man found my brother and called the police earlier, and then we were a happy family again.
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