When I was 12 years old, my parents took me and my younger brother to visit my aunt at Malaysia. I and my younger brother were very excited because it was the first time that we went to Malaysia by a plane. When the plane was landing at , I and my younger brother was absolutely amazed. We looked around ways, but we did not look at our parents, so we were separated from our parents and we got lost. We did not know where we were. We tried to find our parents and Thai sign boards, but we could not see them. We saw only English sign boards, so we were very nervous, and we were crying at a bench beside a public relation counter.