Are you directionally dysfunctional?

I am so embarrassed. I was walking down the street to intercept my grand daughter who was walking home from school. I passed a house about half a block from our house and heard at least two dogs in the house. One was howling, the other was whining and barking. The were no cars around the house, and it hit me that I’d been hearing the poor things for at least a couple of hours (when I go sit on the deck to read,) but I hadn’t realized they were in a house.
The lady who lives there is a notorious crack head. Lots of run ins with the law.
Anyway, I called the non emergency number to tell the police about it. I said, “She’s on the corner of 13th and Maris.”
“OK, is it the southeast corner or the north west corner…..” I went “Oh no! I…I’m horrible with directions…..”
He was so nice. He proceeds to say, “So, it’s on the corner”
“Yes.”
Is the house on the downtown side of the road or the Rubbermaid side of the road?”
It confused me for a second then he said, “Ok. If you were starting from 13th street, walking to downtown, would you be walking toward the house or away from the house?”
“I would be walking away from the house.” It hit me then where he was going.
“Now, is it on the Walmart side or the Island Park side?”
“The Walmart side.”
“OK. Then it’s on the South west corner.”
“Yes.”
I felt SO STUPID! But I’ve always been that way!
My daughter, on the other hand, can be in a strange town, in pitch darkness and know instantly which direction we are facing. I don’t know how she does it. She doesn’t either. She just “knows,” she says.