glare.

I assume you all heard the news about balloon boy but in case you somehow missed it, here is a brief recap: This 6 year old kid from Colorado (named Falcon btw, so rad) was suspected to be aboard a floating-mylar-balloon-aircraft-ufo kind of thing that reached 7,000 feet above ground before losing control and coming down pretty violently. The boy was no where to be found. My original guess was that while in the air he was abducted by aliens. This makes the most sense to me. He went up, he didn't come down. Aliens. So anyway, after authorities searched all of northern Colorado by foot and air the cute little kid was finally found. He was in a box.. in his attic.. the whole time.

So as I was reading this article, I was reminded of my own missing-child story. It was Halloween and I must have been 5 or 6 years old. At some point in the day my parents realized that they hadn't seen me in hours. Freaky things happen to kids on Halloween so they were pretty spooked. They looked everywhere. They called the police. They started a search. It must have gone on for several hours before I was finally found. And I too was in a box.. in the basement.. the whole time. I had gone down there to look through a box of old dress-ups. At some point I just climbed inside the box and fell asleep. I never even knew they were looking for me. The end :)