Wild child: Marina at home in Bolton Abbey, North Yorkshire, in 2009, climbing onto a tree-trunk hole, similar to those in which she would find a bed during her time in the jungle
It was the searing heat of the sun that woke me, and I opened my eyes to the realisation of where I lay. This was the jungle.
Memories of the previous evening came rushing into my head. I stumbled to my feet and began searching for a way to escape. But where to go?
As I span around, I saw only trees, trees and more trees. I trailed disconsolately around, crying and wondering why my mother had not come to find me. As the daylight faded to dusk I knew I would have to spend the night amid the jungle beasts.
The next day, I was wakened by the pain in my stomach. I was hungry and I needed to find something to eat. I curled up on the ground in despair. I wanted to die.
I then dozed off and when I woke I opened one eye, and what I saw almost stopped me from opening it any further. I had company. In fact, I was surrounded.
Jungle behaviour: Marina's daughter Vanessa describes a 'normal' family walk as one which includes her mother climbing treesRead more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2301552/Marina-Chapman-story-Kidnapped-dumped-jungle-raised-monkeys.html#ixzz2P9tIzdUK
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