When I was 12, a friend and I went out in the jungle near my house in Subic Bay in the Philippines.
Heh, no map. No compass. And we got lost and wandered around in circles for a couple of hours. I climbed a tree and spied a familiar road a few hundred yards away, but without climbing that tree, it might have been a thousand.
We knew the area pretty well, and there were established boar paths we followed, but...there you have it.
I was lost enough to get nervous. I respected things a bit more after that.
Navy brat? ;-)