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I was in New York City the summer before my senior year in high school for an ethical culture society summer camp based in their headquarters building on Central Park West. My last day there, I went for a walk with a girl who I was fond of and would probably never see again (I never did). I looked down at my watch and realized my parents were probably waiting for me at the camp office. This was in '73, long before cell phones. I suppose I could have called the camp office from a pay phone if I had any money and if I knew the number, but as those were two big noes, I started running I ran and ran and ran, but I emerged in the vicinity of the zoo, located on Central Park East. I had gotten turned around, and had to run all the way back across the park (it's a big park). By the time I made it there, my mother at least was getting pretty worried. My parents grew up in New York City, but I think they realized it was a more dangerous place than it had been in the 30s and 40s.