Not all who wander are lost.
Nov 8 · 2 min read
When I was about 5 years old, I got lost in the woods.
It was summer, and I was in summer kindergarten camp, in a forest located about 30 kilometers (or about 25 miles) from Minsk, Belarus. The woods weren’t particularly dense, and I wondered off. For one thing, I hated kindergarten and kindergarten camp — I was bored and lonely. For another, I did not want to let my mother out of my sight. The kindergarten was…

