I remember when I was in first grade I wondered away from school, don’t remember much of a fuss about it.
Ofcourse, those were the good old days when we would walk a mile and cross railroad tracks to go fishing in a pond, didn’t even wear shoes.
Finally, I got tired...and hid behind the glider on the porch. AND FINALLY...Dad called my name and out I popped.
MY parents had been watching me all the time so I was never lost. It would have been nice if I got kudos for trying.