Getting lost is scary for everyone ~ October 1, 1992
David Heiller It happened so fast. One moment Noah was there, 20 feet in front of me, heading for the crowded jousting ring at the Renaissance Festival. “Boy, it would sure be easy to lose a kid here,” I thought. “Good thing it’s Noah.” Good old trustworthy, sensible Noah. Noah might have fit right in at the Ren-fest with all the acrobats. In about two seconds, I reached the spot where Noah had slipped into the crowd. I scanned the throng of people, hundreds and hundreds, sitting and standing and watching an old-fashioned jousting match. I tried not to feel the butterflies that turned in my stomach as I realized that Noah was nowhere in sight. “Where’s Noah?” Cindy asked as she and Malika caught up with me a minute later. She had a worried sound in her voice that I hadn’t heard before. Just like that. I hadn’t said a word, but she read my face and knew he was lost. “He was right here a few seconds ago. He’s got to be right here,” I said in my most reasonable voi...