When I was about five or six, my sister came into town and we went to Stone Mountain. She was in charge of looking after me. When we were there, we went to the top of the mountain in one of those little car thingies. So we went to the top and went in that little store and looked around and bought some things. After we were done, we started walking down the mountain. We got to the bottom and went to the vending machines that are right there. I got something after everybody else got something, but after they got theirs, they left, leaving me by the vending machine all by myself. For some reason, they didn’t look for me for like 10 minutes. I was running around the park crying and yelling. In fact, I don’t even think they came looking for me. I think they heard me and came to the rescue. After they found me, they claimed that they were worried sick, but I know the truth.