Brian Coleman
October 5, 2000
When I was about six years old our whole family went on a ski trip in Utah.
It seemed like a harmless little trip, but as the end of the day approached I would
soon learn how much I depended on my parents. Little did I know that my family
or I would never forget this day.
At the beginning of the day we got to the resort early and the parking lot
was nearly empty. I took a mental note of where the car was parked and
headed to the slopes. It was a beautiful day a great day to be skiing. It was one
of whose days of when everything was going right. At the end of the day we
headed to the lodge, my dad asked if I remembered where the car was parked
and told me to start heading towards the car. He said, “Your mother and I are
going to get grandma” and then left. As I headed to where the car was supposed
to be, something had changed the parking lot was full of cars and people. I had
no idea of where the car was in all of this end of the day confusion, as I started to
wander through the parking lot tiring to find the car and carry my skis at the same
time (which is quite a challenge for a six year old) I decide to head back to the
lodge.
As I returned to the lodge something had changed here also, it was empty,
grandma was not in her seat and mom and dad where nowhere in sight. The
panic started to set in, I ran back to the parking lot, which was now empty. This
was when it hit me that my parents had forgotten me (which was very traumatic).
Brian Coleman
October 5, 2000
I headed back to the lodge where I found a cook at the lunch counter to see if he
could help me. As I told him my story he gave me a candy bar and we headed to
the reception desk. As he explained the story to the lady as I just stood there in
denial that my parents had forgotten me. The lady asked me if I knew where
they were staying at the resort or in town. The only thing I new about where we
were staying was that it had a swimming pool (which is very important when
choosing a place to stay). This didn’t help any because every other hotel and
motel had a pool. While one of the receptionists called around town the other
lady gave me a soda in another effort to cheer me up. As I sat down near the
fireplace with a candy bar in one hand and a soda in the other with the look of a
lost child. When who comes through the door is my grandma followed by my
mom. My mom says my eyes were the widest she had ever seen. With a bolt of
energy I flew into my mothers arms. On the way out mom says to me we
wouldn’t ever forget you. It turned out that my mom and dad thought my uncle
took me in his car and my uncle thought my mom and dad had me. When they
all got back to the condo and Brian (me) wasn’t there they knew they had
forgotten me. This was a very traumatic experience for me but not enough to
stop me from skiing the next day.
The End