What comes around goes around

Or what goes around comes around....I'm not sure which it is.

When I was six years old my family went to Disneyland. There was one day that I got lost in Disneyland. Three hours I was on my own, and truthfully I was an independent little spirit so I didn't get scared or cry. I was actually asking adults to go on rides with me! Anyway I was always so annoyed when my Mom would bring it up and tell everyone how scared she was, yadda, yadda, yadda. I never understood why it was such a big deal, until yesterday.

Jared was out of town for a funeral. His cousin that I don't know very well lost her fight with liver cancer, and Jared felt it was important to be there. I don't enjoy funerals, especially when I don't really know the person, so I opted out. I was happy to stay home with the kids. Saturday morning we did some chores and then in the afternoon I decided to take them to the Roaring Youth Jam that was on the greenbelt (for those of you who have never been to Idaho Falls, the greenbelt is the pretty park around the falls and close to the temple. It is really pretty) Anyway the Roaring Youth Jam is just an art/music festival community thingy-ma-bobber. It had all kinds of different things for kids to do, and the radio had been advertising it like crazy all week. I thought it might be fun. Turns out not.

We were walking along, and Lyndi and Seth decided to do this thing where there were all kinds of things (tubs, pans, etc) that kids could bang on with spoons to make "music". I turned around to tell Nathan to come on, and then turned to check and see what Lyndi and Seth were doing. After a couple of minutes of assuming that Nathan was standing right behind me I turned around, and he was gone. At first I didn't panic because I have been the child's mother for five years and am used to him wandering off. I looked around, and asked Lyndi if she knew where he was, and looked around some more. After about 5 minutes of walking back and forth I started to assume the worst. Why do mothers always do that? He had kept talking about how he wanted to play in the river, so I was really afraid that he had wandered down to the river and fallen in. We were right passed the sign that says, "no swimming turbulent waters" or something like that. Anyway, after about 20 minutes I was really panicking, and asked to use someone's phone. I called the police. The place was SO CROWDED and there were hundreds of kids and parents and random scarey looking people. I started to think, "he is either in the river or someone ran off with him". I described him to the police, and people were alerted to look for him. I asked the lady to watch my other kids while I jogged up and the walking path look for him. After about 45 minutes or so, I went back to the lady with the phone, and was bawling. A couple of minutes later she got a call, and they said that they had found him. I was so relieved, but was still crying. They said to wait at the information booth and they would meet me there. When I got there he hadn't arrived yet, but about five minutes later a really tall cop was coming toward us holding Nathan's hand. By this time Seth was crying too. I scooped Nathan up when I saw him, and hugged him. I couldn't say anything because I was sobbing. They said he was all the way up by the temple. Some Asian couple found him, and they were nice to him. Needless to say, we went straight home. I was a basket-case the whole 3 blocks to the car. When I got there I explained to Nathan how upset I was, and he and Seth both started crying. It was so TRAUMATIC!!!!!!! I can't even imagine how my mom must have felt all those years ago when I was lost for three hours in Disneyland. How horrible. So anyway, for whatever reason I had to go through that. It was a really horrible experience.