When I was a little kid of about 6 or 7 years old, my brother, cousin and I walked deep into the woods. As a big brother prank, when I wasn’t looking they hid behind a tree to see what would happen. Feeling alone and lost, I became so frightened that I began to cry, and started to run back in the direction from which we came. Obstacles in my path became non existent, rolling my ankle didn’t hurt (until later), jumping over logs, and dodging rocks and trees, started to become fun. Before I knew it, I had run the entire way back home. Since then some things have changed, but I do still become frightened, and I do still find the same amount of fun in running home from the woods.