Speaking of children, have I ever told you about our son Scott? He was the most energetic, active, challenging child I have ever known.
When he was two years old, he decided that he needed to explore the larger world, outside the chain link fence surrounding our back yard.
Now this yard was the perfect yard for little children. Dozens of shade trees, lots of toys, stuff to climb on and ride on. But he longed to expand his horizons.
So he climbed the fence.
He went over a chain link fence, the kind with wire "spikes" on the top. He was two years old, so he received a series of bleeding scratches on his little tummy, but that didn't slow him down.
He then walked past our nearest neighbor's house, and found his way into the parking lot of the nearby convenience store, where he spent some time investigating the sucker someone threw down, the ice cream cone someone dropped, the chewing gum someone spit out. How do I know he did this? The evidence was all over his face.
He then decided to direct traffic as cars and trucks pulled into and out of the parking lot. That is what occupied his attention when we, his hysterical parents, found him.
And this was just the first time he "ran away."
No wonder my hair started to turn gray.