Not all who wander are lost.

Elena Tucker
Nov 8 · 2 min read
Photo by Deglee Degi on Unsplash

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…

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Elena Tucker

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Writer and storyteller, immigrant, wife, mom, knitter, collector of jokes, lover of cheap, sweet wine.

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