When i was eight or so, i went to a festival with my dad. We were leaving somewhere when i stopped to tie my shoe. I noticed that he was ahead of me, so i ran to catch up with him.
i caught up with him, grabbed his hand and walked with him for a few seconds before it hit me - i looked up at the guy i was holding hands with, and he was definitely NOT my dad. I wanted to disappear
@bunnybear, OMG NO! THAT HAPPENED TO ME TOO. I was at like a museum or something when I was five, and I was so invested in whatever I was looking at, that I literally stepped forward and grabbed some lady's hand—but in my defense, she kinda looked like my mom. I wanted to dig a hole and hide in it forever right then.
When i was eight or so, i went to a festival with my dad. We were leaving somewhere when i stopped to tie my shoe. I noticed that he was ahead of me, so i ran to catch up with him.
i caught up with him, grabbed his hand and walked with him for a few seconds before it hit me - i looked up at the guy i was holding hands with, and he was definitely NOT my dad. I wanted to disappear