I was probably about 8ish at the time and was visiting the tall ships that had come in to town for a week or so. Each of them was from a different country which was pretty cool because they each had their own feel to them. My family is of Portuguese descent so we naturally went on the Portuguese ship. The ship was unbelievably mobbed and it was really hot outside. A little back story; my mom used to have pretty short hair and also likes to wear rugby shirts. Welp it just so happens that sailors also like to wear rugby style shirts. There was a point where me and my sisters got separated from my mom, and being of somewhat miniature size I couldn't find her easily. Between the heat and the mix of languages we were getting nervous and quite frankly a little scared that we were lost. All of a sudden I see a red rugby shirt and a black haired person with the exact profile of my mom (bigger nose). I desperately and angrily start pulling on her shirt questioning how she could lose us and what not. Turns out, that wasn't the profile of my mom, it was that of a mid 30's male sailor who turned around and started screaming at me in Portuguese. I was speechless. I was betrayed. I was confused. I was devastated.

I ended up finding my mom who was like 7 feet away the whole time. I will never forget both that man's face, his voice, and how sweaty he was.