12-year-old-me wandering into the worst part of the city at 2AM

So, when I was about 12, I lived in Cleveland Heights. One night, I was talking with my boyfriend on Discord, and we kept joking about meeting up at night. Why? Because we were stupid pre-teens, that's why. And my 12-year-old self's genius brain decided I would actually do it. So, I grabbed my sketchbook with a crude map drawn on it and a flashlight, put on a scarf, and left the house at midnight. Already so smart, I know.

After about 3 hours of walking (I assume, I had no phone or way to tell time) I ended up in East Cleveland. The 'bad' part of the city. Crime rates skyrocketed there compared to any other part of Cleveland, and if the stupid child that I was would have known this, he would have turned around and walked right back. But children are idiots, and so I kept walking. Eventually, after a woman approaches me and tries to get a decent answer to the question "What are you doing out here at 2 AM?" Then she asked if I had a phone to call my parents and if they knew I was out here, to which I answered no. Then she asked how old I was, and I told her I was 12. (I looked a lot older than I was at this time, so she was pretty shocked to hear this.) After we talked for a few more minutes, she wished me well and I walked off.

I ended up hitchhiking home. Not the best situation. The next day at school, I told my best friend and he said he was shocked I wasn't dead.