I spend a lot of time trying to convince skeptics that “Free-Range” does not mean, “Send Your Kid Down the Mississippi on A Raft.” So when I present this article, it’s only because it delights me so: The story of a boy who will be in fourth grade next year who got lost in the wilderness and didn’t panic.
Instead, he tore up his yellow slicker to leave little ribbons in trees as a sign to searchers: I’m nearby!
He also followed a stream figuring it would lead to a lake where there might be people.
And upon reuniting with his dad 18 hours later, what were his first words? “Happy Father’s Day.”
Bet it was. — Lenore