When I got there,
people were going every which way. It was the Labor Day weekend. I wandered for
a long time, just looking at all of the different things people were doing and
buying. It got to be too much for me, and I foolishly spent my last quarter on
a very small ice-cream cone. It was all I would have to eat that night. It was
tasty, but it was gone too soon, before I could really get the pleasure out of
I called the
police department and explained to the lady on the phone what the situation
was. I told her if Mom should call and inquire about me, I would be at the
Center. Although I told her everything necessary, I still don't think that she
understood what I was trying to say, which was simply, I want my Mommy.
I sat under the
Space Needle, waiting for Mom to show up. I sat and sat, hoping that she would
have talked to the police, and come to get me. But she didn't. I sat there
until the place closed. She hadn't come, and it looked as if she wasn't going
to. I decided to go to the police station downtown.
I didn't have any
idea where it was, but I was determined to find it. Because I am on the shy
side, I didn't ask anyone where the station was, just headed toward what I felt
looked like official buildings. Those buildings were just banks or office
buildings. I walked around some other buildings, but still no luck in finding
the police station. Maybe the city didn't have one. I walked into an all-night
bail bondsman's office. I asked him where the P.D. was. He pointed his finger
to the building across the street. I had walked past it several times, even
though there was a large enough sign that said POLICE above the door.
I went in, and
found the lost-and-found desk, I gave the sergeant the information I had given
the lady on the phone. A couple of minutes later a phone rang. The officer's
face lit up as he said, "Yes, he is sitting right here," I had found
her, or she had found me, or they had found us, or whatever. The important
thing was that Mom could stop worrying, for I knew she must have been doing
just that. It was close to 2 a.m.
Mom and I next
headed north of Everett. For the most part it was a pretty road. I was back out
in the land again. There weren't as many pine trees as before, but it was
beautiful. At McMurray, I had a pleasant change of pace. As I was passing a
farmhouse some kids came up and asked what I was doing. I told them. They then
asked me if I was a track star. I could have misled them, but I wasn't the type
to pretend to be something I am not. I told them no, but I wouldn't mind being
one. I told them that I was just like them, human. Only I had a dream, a great
desire. I urged them to try to do something that others would call foolish, for
they would be much happier. They followed me for a while, but they could not
keep up and turned back. For a minute, I felt like Peter Pan.
Along parts of
the road, I would pick wild fruit. There were many apple and plum trees. I
stocked up on the various natural goodies. I probably could have lived off the
land for months there, without ever having to travel more than a mile.
Sept. 7. It had
cleared. The sun was shining as if just for me. Like God in Genesis, I was
pleased. The rain clouds that had dominated the sky were gone.