when I was young I was at the mall with my mom, she was buying clothes and I got bored so I decided to go to the toy shop without asking. on my way to the toy shop I realized that I was lost and that I couldn't speak the language everyone was speaking. I kept thinking that I was never going to find my family again or that my mom wouldn't come looking for me. the conflict that I was dealing with was Man vs. self, because I was scared I kept thinking of intrusive thoughts that made me panic even more instead of going to look for help. the choice that I made was just to stay where I was and hope my mom would find me. and she did after a while. this conflict changed me because I never left my moms side after that again.