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Nearly every place. Apparently we lived in a place for a few months when I was first born.
Freaked out part of my family when I drew a map of the first house I remember. I think they finally figured out that children do remember things... And a lot of the shit I was put through I might remember
My mom brought me to her workplaces at least once... or maybe more times than that... (I don't even remember how many times tbh) and then one day my older brother wanted to fight me so I got scared and I "ran from home" when I was like 6 years old... and at some point, I had the idea of just I want mommy so I took the bus there and I knew which stop to get off, but she wasn't there at work because she already got notified by grandma so she went to file a missing persons report and so I took the bus home... then I got to the mall area near my apartment and saw a bunch of cops...
so when I told my mom about it, my mom was so shocked that I made my way to her workplace...
I doubt the cops even thought of looking that far, they probably just went around the neighborhood.
(literally Home Alone NYC shit, but it was in Guangzhou, China instead)
I just became like my family's navigator basically.
My mom scolded me for running away, but then also praised me for being smart enough to find my way.
I remember them saying that I used to guided them around places because they stuggled to understand maps or whatever... idk... I don't really remember about those from this point in time, just the memory of being told I was good at finding my way.
I also was their navigator throught NYC metro system... idk if my parents actually sucked at finding their way... or maybe they were just trying to make me feel confident in myself.