When I was six years old, my parents and I were in London for a one-month vacation. One day when my mother and I weredown Oxford Street, I felt tooto walk any more, so I asked my mother to take the subway. At first, sheto take it because she said the weather was veryand it was better to walk. I started. She told me to stop immediately, but I didn’t pay attention to what she was. For about an hour, I didn’t stop crying. My mother became verywith me. I didn’t stop. I just ran away from her. I ran asas I could. The street was really crowded, so she couldn’tme. Then, I entered one of the biggest shops. There was a coffee house on the second floor. I went, sat in a chair, and started crying again. All of the people in the coffee shop came around me. They wereto me, but I didn’t understand English at all. After that, theythe police station, and a policeman came to the coffee shop. He tried to talk to me, but I justcrying. Then he took the small bag that I was, opened it and found my hotel address andnumber. When he phoned the hotel, myanswered the phone. In the end, the policeman took me to the. My father was standing in front of the hotel door. He talked to the policeman, and then he asked me what hadand where my mother was. I told him everything, and I also told him that I wasthat my mother was very angry with me. When my mother came back, she was crying. But when she saw me, she hugged me and kissed me. She talked to my father about everything.of them told me not to do anything like that in the future because maybe one day I wouldn’t find anyone to help me. They wouldn’t forgive(原谅) me if I did it again.