I Never Could Find My Way Out of a Paper Bag, at Least I Don’t Cry About It
Believe me, I cried a lot.

I was a little kid, I can’t remember how old I was, but it doesn’t make a difference, whenever, I would get lost, then I would get frustrated and upset-this persisted into my twenties.
As an adult, it sometimes takes me hours to go and come back from a trip, a trip…