Lost

1. Prologue

         
          I disappeared on the eve of my thirteenth birthday, on May 15, 2003. I'm a grown-up now and I'm an author though. This book is astronomically precious as gold to me. I want the whole world to know about the incident.

   I am Wade Wilson and I'm going to tell you my experience, my true experience when I got lost in the sugarcane fields as best as I can, rummaging up my brain for numerous possible memories I've got in there.    

   I was a 12 years old child who liked doing physical activities, mostly galloping and cycling. It was my father, a beefy policeman who encouraged me to do exercises. Sometimes when we- me, my father and Harry, my elder brother could save up some time, all of us would go for a gallop or bike at the sugarcane fields... the neighbouring sugarcane fields with our tracksuits and running footwear on.

  I lived at Bortio, a very picturesque village with many forests and sugarcane fields along with streams of diamond-illuminating fresh and cool water flowing smoothly. One could see the small I could recover several different places like Sangyo, Natale, Brehen, Cangio and other more. I knew all of the places accept one, Cangio, the place that we scarcely go for. If you peeped down from a plane or helicopter, you could see hectares of squarely arranged cram-full sugarcane fields. 

   At school, I couldn't accomplish my dream to reach out over hundreds of medals and trophies whenever there was Sports Day, making my parents ashamed of me. All was not perfect with me, I have a delusional disorder, a disease where I could not tell myself what is real from what is imagined. I kept this thing secret, none of my parents knowing because it was the only option, if I told them they won't let me go anywhere. I fought against the huddles of imaginations as good as possible but there were always some suspects. 

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