When I was 7, I got lost in the old Boston Garden.
I also got lost at Miami International Airport going from the Internation Flights terminal to the Domestic Flights terminal.
I also got lost on I-64, at night, west of Richmond virginia, running on fumes. on a foggy night near the Shenandoah Valley, before GPS and cell phones. I should have never listened to that crazy lady at the Mass Pike Charlton Rest Stop who said to take I-64 to I-81, instead of driving back from Florida on I-95 the whole way. She did give me good advice. She was right about skunks not liking Daffodil bulbs. No more wasting money on tulip bulbs for this guy.
When you get lost often enough, you figure out how to get found.