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when I was about that age I would ALWAYS stray from my mother and go strike up a conversation with anyone who would listen.
My mother reminded me of one time in particular when she had the entire department store looking for me and when she found me I was sitting in the cafeteria with an elderly couple and enjoying some french fries. By the time she found me she had tears streaming down her face and I looked at her and asked, "why are you crying mommy? Were YOU lost?".
Children at that age often don't have a concept of being 'lost', or 'strangers'. You're not doing anything wrong.
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