My Unknown Adventure

Another memory from Little Brother, Blair!
Speaking of that summer in the Quonset...Okay, Idon’t remember this...My dadtold me about it after it happened.In orderto explain just what happened, I have to provide a bit of background...When Iwas young, not having the ‘walk-around-in-the-dark superpower’, like my littlesister did, I was afraid of said dark.Needlessto say, I liked my night light.Also: WhenI went to bed at night, I would hide under the covers.Mom toldme that it was not healthy to cover my head so I had devised a special way ofarranging my bed covers so that I could snuggle down and still have a tunnelthat provided ample air to breathe.Enoughexposition…
In thesummer of 1968, my family moved from our house on the ranch to a quonset on anacreage just outside the town of Milk River.Dadplanned to use the acreage as the headquarters for the ranch and hisveterinarian practice.A newhouse was being built on the property, but it was going to be at least 3 monthsbefore it was completed. Thus, the quonset.For the“summer”.It was agreat adventure. Like camping, except, I got to sleep in my own comfortable bed.The quonsetwas huge—and open—so dad strategically placed the large moving boxes so that wehad our own bedrooms.We alsohad living room and kitchen areas.I can’tremember what we did for showers. I guess I was at the age where that wasn’tvery important.I had myvery own bedroom space with my dresser and bed. I really liked it except therewas no power.And nonight light.Iregularly buried myself under my covers when I went to bed at night.  It was a cold summer and mom made sure we allhad lots of blankets to keep us warm.This nextslice of this story is the part I don’t remember.I am recitingfrom what dad told me...Oneevening, my parents went out on a date night. According to Dad, they had alovely time. Forgetting for a short period that they even had any kids. (Okay,that’s my input…)Thenreturned to our quonset home.It wasafter our bedtime, so they did the rounds of all the kids to see that we weresettled in our beds.Everyonewas sound asleep, except me.I wasnowhere to be found.Quickly,they searched everywhere in the Quonset. No corner, empty box, or piece offurniture was left unchecked. They even did a quick search of the area immediatelyaround the Quonset.Nope. No me.I’m quitesure both of them were remembering the animal with the spooky growl my mom had hearda few nights earlier and thinking it had snagged me, perhaps during a midnightpotty run.They wereterribly worried and decided to call the police.Justbefore they made the call, for some reason, Dad walked into my bedroom spaceand sat in the chair that faced my bed. He was terribly worried and trying tothink if there was somewhere I might be.As he satin the chair and looked over at the pile of blankets on my bed, he suddenly gotthe thought that he should pull them back a little.Which hedid.There Iwas, right there, asleep. Blissfully unaware that I had been missed by anyone.Well,unaware until the following day when Dad told me.Oops.By theway, I’m not afraid of the dark anymore.Though Idid go through a period of fearing to walk through my house in the dark unlessI shuffled.Because…Lego.Need Isay more?