Does anybody remember that overwhelming fear when you're lost as a kid? We're sharing our good news stories and memories
There is no feeling like that overwhelming fear when you realise you're lost as a child.
Most people can remember and relate to that feeling of spiralling panic.
This week, Independent.ie spoke to the father of a young boy who went missing in the People's Park in Dun Laoghaire on Sunday afternoon.
Aidan Roche, from Co Wexford, was in Dublin with his wife and young kids when the nightmare occurred.
His five-year-old son, Richard Roche, disappeared from the play area and was nowhere to be seen for three hours.
Thankfully, it was a good news story and Richard was found by a member of the public hours after the search began.
Richard's logic? To hide in his parents' car - which makes perfect sense to a five-year-old and, now, perfect sense to an adult too.
Do you remember holding onto a security guard's hand on the search for your missing mammy in the supermarket?
Or, like Ryan below, deciding at the age of five he must be destined to living with dinosaurs in London's Natural History Museum?
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Independent.ie's Ryan O'Rourke writes:
When I was five, I went to the National History Museum in London with my grandmother.
There was one attraction, an escalator that took you through the centre of a giant globe, to show you what the inside of the world looked like.
I really wanted to go on it, but my grandmother, who is in a wheelchair, couldn’t go with me.
She agreed to let me go on it, as long as I can came straight back down the stairs next to the escalator.
But, in typical five-year-old fashion, I didn’t.
I got lost inside the giant building, and after what seemed about three hours of searching for Grannie, I gave up.
Being terrified and tired, I sat down on some steps near a giant T-Rex and, with my five year old logic, came to the conclusion that I was going to have to spend the rest of my life living in the museums with the dinosaur skeletons.
Luckily a woman with her own children noticed me sitting there and asked me if I was lost.
She took me to security who announced over the PA system that there was a little Ryan looking for 'Grannie'.
A short while later my very worried grandmother collected me from security and, with the promise that I wouldn’t tell my parents about the incident, we left the museum and all my new dinosaur friends to return home.