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"When I was about 3 or 4.  I can't remember exactly.  My mom was really ill one day and my father went on his typical weekend fishing trip.  I recall really wanting to see him that morning, which must've been around 4 or 5 am because he would leave early to maximize his time on the lake.  I think I must've heard him leave because I managed to sneak out around 5 or 6 am after discovering that he wasn't there.  I went into the garage and we had this side door.  I managed to unlock it and ran down the street towards the main street.  Here's this little kid in pajamas just crying down the street looking for his father.  Two guys in their pick up truck spotted me and took me in.  We then went to a nearby diner.  I can't remember much about the conversation, except that I must've explained that I was looking for my dad.  About 10 or 15 minutes later, the police arrived and picked me up.  The incident was pretty bad for my mom who was going crazy.  I think she got really mad at my dad for taking off like that, but it clearly wasn't his fault.  I just was a precocious child.  Still when I reflect upon that incident, I've always wondered two things.  One is what would've happened if the police never arrived.  And the second was if mom didn't care about me."

This really happened.