old story

One time me and my mom (who likes picking mushrooms) almost got lost in the forest. We walked a bit, but later couldn't find the road back, were we put marks on the trees. This how people used to go far in the forest, leaving marks on the trees or cutting the grass a bit. We were walking and walking, nothing. Than my mom said: let's just wear shoes on different feet (old superstition). We did and right away we found the marks my mom left on one of the trees.  A few times we went so far, we spent a day walking back and forth, carrying all the bags, but it was very nice, interesting.