Gasp. I lost my six-year old son on the boardwalk of Ocean City.
We had been enjoying a beautiful weekend at the beach, just the two of us. I thought it would be a fun activity to rent Dylan a bike one morning. You know, the kind with three wheels, push pedals and a really tall flag on the back. In my mind, he would slowly ride beside me as I enjoyed a morning stroll on the boardwalk. I was wrong.
He rode beside me for a little while. Always looking over his shoulder or circling back to make sure I was with him. Before long, he got ahead of me and I called him to me. Something down the boardwalk must have caught his attention. Maybe it was the lure of the carnival or the smell of the boardwalk food. Maybe he was simply exercising his sense of freedom.
That bike was fast. He was too. I was not.
Tami Parris 