I was about seven at the time, when we were picking movie for family night. I had wandered off, and a few minutes later heard my dad calling my name from the line. I walked up and instinctively held his hand without really paying attention to what I was doing. When I looked up, it wasn't my dad. I had mistaken some random guy for my dad based on the shoes he was wearing. When I looked up at him, he was just staring at me.
The seven year old in me will forever be mortified.
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