From the time I was big enough to wander around by myself I was in the woods, fishing or playing, the when older early teens I was hunting by myself and with friends. We never were afraid of getting lost or of being out after dark. Then one day it happened to me, I was 16 or so and I got lost, bad lost. At least in my mind I was bad lost, looking back I know I now that I wasnt lost bad at all, just pointed in a different direction. Ever since that day though I have a little trouble when I am in the woods alone and when I am in the woods at night alone. I know it is all in my head and I do everythig I can to fight it and get over it, but the mind is strong and it is difficult to beat. I want to beat it and someday I will because I want that feeling of freedom and excitement that I had as a kid back again. Dark in general does not scare me, not afraid to walk alone at night on country roads or city streets, shoot not even afraid to be in the woods at night, all night as long as someone is with me. It may seem funny to some, but that one time getting lost scared me of being alone.