
When I was about 5 years old, my family had a farm in a very remote part of Queensland. We could not see our nearest neighbour's houses from where we lived.
One afternoon, as I was playing outside by myself, I saw a car belonging to a one of the neighbouring families (Mr & Mrs Lacey) pass by at the top of the closest hill, headed in the direction of their farm. We had visited the Lacey farm a few times, and I remembered that Mrs Lacey gave us some really tasty cake each time. Suddenly, without telling my mother my plans, I decided to walk over to the Lacey place and have some cake with them. This seemed like a normal idea to me.
As I was only small, and their place was several kilometers away, it took me a long time to reach it. Meanwhile, my mother was going sick with worry, thinking I'd drowned in the river or something. When I finally got there, Mrs Lacey was surprised to see me, but she gave me a piece of cake, as I had hoped. After that, she drove me home. My mother was glad I'd returned, but also quite upset with me.