When Aaron was in third grade, his teacher was Mrs. Hoffman. One day she wrote his name on the board for talking and that made him mad because he was not the one who was talking. (For once he was an innocent victim.) His punishment was to have to stay in from recess. Well, he wasn't having anything to do with that, so at lunch time he took his lunch box and headed home to Franklin. Yes, 6 miles away. But - he didn't stick to the main highway. He turned south at the first road to the right after leaving town which eventually took him out on the road that passes Little Mountain. So he REALLY went the long way. (Maybe he was worried that Mrs. Hoffman was going to come after him.) Actually, what she WAS doing was looking all over for him, along with the prinicpal, Jerry Waddoups. She called me to let me know that he hadn't come in after lunch recess and I probably ought to go up to help look for him. At that time Anneke was in the 6th grade, Ammon in the 4th, and Andrea was in Kindergarten. Amy was a baby and I was probably expecting Andy. So anyway, we searched the field of corn by the school and all over town. Hans was delivering mail and I called him and said he better come because we just couldn't find him. By then school was over and some of the teachers who were commuting to Logan looked for him on the way home and called me from Franklin saying that he wasn't there.
But all that time he was hiking along the back roads and even took a lunch break and sat down in the gutter to eat his lunch. We decided we better call the police for some help and I decided to take kids home so that Anneke could watch them and then I'd go back to Preston. Yes, all kinds of horrible thoughts were going through my mind by this time. Hans stayed in Preston to keep looking around and I'm sure that Marilynn Hoffman was getting pretty sick about it all. When the kids and I walked into the house, there Aaron was - sitting on the floor, eating a snack, and watching cartoons! I was so relieved and so angry at the same time I didn't know whether to hit him or hug him. So I just went in my room and cried like a baby. When Hans got home, he hugged him and had a good talk with him. Hans was good that way. It took me a while to get over it all. But I was thankful that my Aaron boy was okay.
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OH, that is a scary story. It is something that I can definitely imagine my Benjamin doing when he gets to that age. He is Mr. Independent. : ) I walked home from school when I was in first grade, but that was only because I was too proud to tell me teacher I hadn't been able to call my mom. (I didn't know you had to dial 9 first.)
hahaha, i have heard this story so many times and it still cracks me up. what a little punk...but thats such an aaron thing to do. :) haha. it reminds me of that time andy splashed in a puddle on the way home from the bus stop and he thought he would get in trouble so he hid in your closet and we looked for him for the looooongest time and yelled out his name and he just sat there...do you remember that?! what is it with my brothers?!?! :)
this story never ceases to mek me laugh. aaron was such a little crap..and he still is!!! :)
and I remember when andy did that amy!!! I found him in moms closet and didn't know if i should hit or hug him. so i hugged him. the little poop.
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