The Search

 The Search

     Have you ever doubted how much your parents loved you because they yelled at you for doing something really stupid? On a hot summer day in the middle of July, at the age of three, I was the adventures one in my family. My grandma stood outside watering our plants while I played in the freshly cut grass, and my grandpa sat on our old rickety rocking chair on our cobblestone porch at the front of our house. My dad was inside on his computer finishing up some work, while my mom sat quietly on our brown leathered couch next to my favorite weiner dog, Jackson. This story is about how I was lost and then found. I would never doubt my parents would care for me ever again.

     After running around in our front yard, I thought I heard my parents say that we were going for a walk. Being the one in the family with a photographic memory, I knew the location to my stroller. So I got up and somehow walked into the garage without either of my grandparents noticing my absence. I walked through the dark, cold garage back to my stroller. I then hopped in my stroller, buckled myself in, and sat there happily waiting for my parents.

     It took about half an hour before my grandparents noticed my absence and they panicked. After telling my parents they did not know where I was, they ran around looking for me. First, my father ran to the backyard and scavenged through the barn and plants. He said that he could feel the adrenaline rushing through him as he sprinted all around while Jackson sat there with the most confused look on his face as to what my father was doing. After searching the backyard, he decided to see if I was anywhere across or down the street. My father went from door to door to ask our neighbors if they had seen me. They all responded with no. My father could feel all the adrenaline inside him beginning to heat up and now he was headed back to the house to call 911. By the time my father had returned it had already been about an hour and I was still missing.

    When my father entered the house, my mother and grandmother had already made at least several missing child posters. My grandfather helped them as well while he prepared the truck so they could be ready to leave and post signs to search for me. The whole time my mother had been in tears while my sister at the age of only two months slept soundly in bed without a clue of what was happening. My father was the first out the door, but then he heard some type of voice at the back of the garage. He decided to investigate, and to his utter shock, I sat there in my stroller, staring up at him with one of the biggest smiles on my face and then I asked, “So when do we leave?”

My father picked me up and carried me back inside the house where I was swarmed by the rest of my family who were glad that I was safe. After setting me down they harshly scolded me and being a kid, I couldn’t take all the screaming so I started crying. My parents then picked me up and set me in my room, where I fell asleep, and left with a sigh of relief that I was safe.

This story shows a lesson to most kids (and even teenagers) that your parents still care for you no matter how many stupid things you do. Even if you smash a lamp, accidently crash your home computer, or step on your siblings favorite toy and break it, your parents still care for you and how you live your life.