Describe a time when you got lost.
You should say:
- when it happened
- where it happened
- how old were you
and explain how you felt when you got lost.
Model Answer 1:
Oh no, this is a great topic to talk about and it is slightly embarrassing to describe! You ask how old I was when I got lost as if this is something that can only happen to you as a child. Unfortunately, the example I am thinking about is rather more recent. I’ll try and explain what happened, where – I will tell you how old I was if you like, and I’ll certainly describe what it felt like too.
So, the situation was just a couple of months ago. I’ve fairly recently taken up a new hobby of running. I’m not very good at it, I’m very slow, and I just like to use it as a way to see interesting and beautiful sceneries. I prefer running trails, that is going cross country, rather than running on roads, but that can be a problem as you need to be able to navigate, and I’m not very good at that either! I heard about a fell race that was taking place a short drive away from where I live. It was a 5 mile route across open countryside, such events usually use footpaths and some trails, but there is a risk you can lose your way. Because I’d never done anything like this before I emailed the organisers in advance. I explained I was worried about getting lost and that I was also very slow, so I didn’t want to find myself stuck out on the open moor when night fell! I got a lovely reply. The organiser assured me that she herself could ‘get lost going upstairs in my own house’ so she had personally put out really clear markers along the whole route. What’s more, there would be a back-marker bringing up the rear. ‘Honestly’ she said ‘there is really no way you can get lost or come last, I promise!’ Can you guess what happened?
The day of the event dawned. Everyone took off, and after the first couple of miles, I found I was running alone. All the faster runners had sprinted off out of sight. I wasn’t last, I could at first hear the back-marker laughing and joking with some really slow runners at the back – one of whom had to go extra steady because of a heart condition. The course was well-marked, and I enjoyed running through woodland, lolloping through fields and even along a few country paths. Towards the end of the race, I entered a thick patch of trees. The marker flags turned off sharply to the right and I followed them – straight to the banks of a stream. I was really confused, the path just ended at the water. I went on for a bit, but no more way markers or signs, I stared at the water again. I retraced my steps, but the signs were really clear. Then I had a ‘lightbulb’ moment, I suddenly realised this was a fell race so it was designed to be challenging. I ‘obviously’ had to just wade across the stream to the other side, and so I did. Only to end up in really thick bracken and bramble undergrowth. There was no path there. I was so confused, I crossed back over the river, and repeatedly checked for signs, but I just couldn’t find the route. In the end, I double backed about half a mile to try and find the backmarker, but they had vanished too. After about 10 minutes (though it felt like much longer) I found a different way out of the woods and saw the race finish. Everyone was there waiting for me in a bit of a panic, as they couldn’t work out how the backmarker (who was supposed to come in last to make sure everyone had finished safely) had somehow come back before me. Because we all had numbers, they had realised that I was still out on the course but they couldn’t work out where I could possibly be. I ran back rather lopsidedly, and soaking wet from having waded back and forth across the stream countless times. Breathless at the end I explained that I was sure I’d followed the path correctly yet somehow I had achieved the impossible thing of both getting lost AND finishing last! It didn’t make any sense…
The organisers couldn’t understand it, they went back into the woods to see what had happened. It turned out that some vandals had set a false trail in the woods. The other runners had all been in sight of someone in front so hadn’t really been looking at the markers, only following the person in front. The back marker was local and knew the way, so she too hadn’t needed to check the route either. Hence, it was only me that got caught out. How unlucky! So how old was I, well fifty – you apparently don’t have to be a child in a fairy tale to get lost in the woods! As to how I felt, well initially confused, a little alarmed and then embarrassed as I couldn’t work out how it happened. Once there was an explanation I felt a bit better. The event organisers were lovely and friendly and very concerned that his had happened – but it wasn’t their fault, it was just one of those unlucky things. However, once it was all over, I thought it was hilarious. No one was hurt and in a funny way, it boosted my confidence because the two things I’d dreaded most had happened, and actually, it didn’t matter one bit! Even so, next time, I think I’ll look at the intended route more carefully on a map before setting off!
[ Written by – Lucy Marris: Careers Adviser (UK), TEFL teacher (Vietnam) ]
Sample Answer 2:
I was a very naughty kid in my childhood days. Bunking school was a usual phenomenon for me and some of my friends. In fact, the attempts were dangerous for me and them. Now I will describe how I lost one day.
I with two of my friends went to the Sydney Stadium to enjoy a high voltage football match. So, we made a plan on the previous day to bunk the school. Unluckily, I was unable to take the necessary preparations as dad dropped me at the school gate. However, I managed to escape the school with them. We travelled here and there in the city, did many things, took our lunch and so on. Finally, we reached at the stadium before the match began. We entered into the stadium and enjoyed the match. The trouble began when we started to get back home. My pockets were empty. I have spent all of my money round the day like an inconsiderate.
The event took place at the stadium. In fact, the situation was the same for the two others. Peter and Thomas, both had spent their bucks on the lunch and soft drinks, ticket of the match, buying badges for the team we supported etc. The situation was like that we did not have a single penny to pay for the transportation to way back to home. I was lost. Actually, we all were lost. There were no other ways to us to get rid of the situations. By the same time, it was becoming dark. Our school began at 7.30 am and ended by noon. But I told mum that I would go Peter’s home for some home works and participating in sports, and will be back by evening. The distance of our residence was moderate from the stadium. In fact, it took around 20 minutes to reach in our residential block from the stadium by bus.
I was 12 or 13 but I cannot exactly remember the age. It was the beginning of my teenage. By the same time, it was the age to explore the world. The curious mind wanted to see the unseen and know the unknown. As part of the curiosity, I along with some of my friends started to see the world. In fact, Sydney was the world for us. We travelled in various corners of the city and passed our days amid great fun. The time was not so modern and the development of the city did not happen so much as it is today. Besides, we used to change our school uniform so that people could not understand we bunked the school. The idea was my brainchild.
But it was sad for all the three of us. We were lost. We started feeling hungry. But we were unable to buy any food to satisfy the hunger. Gradually tension aroused. Finding other ways, three of us started walking to home. But the streets were unfamiliar to us. Actually, we came there by public transport and the bus moved in various parts of the city. Hence, it was really difficult for us to spot the streets that will lead us to home. Later, we reached home safely but made late. Each of us managed our parents that saying that we had spent much time on the outdoor sports and thus we made late. I was relieved and learnt some lessons as well.
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