I was at our local playground with 3 year old DD on the weekend. It's quite large, with different areas, etc. Anyway, I was watching her, but also flicking through a newspaper, and then I suddenly realised I couldn't see her. I started looking for her, and after a few minutes started having that horrible fear that I would not find her - I eventually walked up to the playground attendant and burst out crying as I was telling him I would not find my DD. Of course just as he started reassuring me that we could find her, she walked up to me.
It was only a few minutes, but in that time everyting suddenly seemed different, with thoughts of how I could possible go on living if something had happened to her.
Has anyone else had that moment of terrible fear, when you think you child is gone?