“When I was eight years old, my mom invented a game called “getting lost.” She was worried, she later told me, that I was starting to feel less loved. At four and a half I’d drawn a chalk mural to welcome my new triplet siblings, but Mom feared that I’d grown to feel lost in their shuffle.
We sat together in her minivan the first time we played the game. “Okay, Vince,” she said. “Tell me where to turn.”
I pointed left and she swung out of the driveway. At the end of our street she paused to adjust her glasses...”
--from "Why I Get Lost" which appears in the Spring 2017 issue (Volume 58, Issue 1)
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