“Be back at the cabin at 2:30!” My mom had warned my brother, my sister, and myself as we left to go hiking. My watch read 3:37 now as we continued wondering through the forest like lost children in a maze. Unfortunately, we had all left our phones in the cabin shortly before we left to go hiking. There was no way to communicate or to tell my mom that we were officially lost. Every tree, leaf and rock looked the same. There was not telling how far away from the cabin we were. My eight year old sister, Tessa, started to cry. Her crying turned into panic and panic turned into screams that echoed throughout the woods. There were so many paths scattered throughout that it was nearly impossible to tell which path was the path that led back to the