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Shawna - posted on 08/06/2009

My son and I were on our way back home from the park. It was windy and my son was on his tycicle, he is 4. As he was peddling the wind was blowing and he shouts out in his cute little high pitched voice, "It's windy!! My nuts are feezing" I was so shocked that he said that!!! It was funny too but i tried not to laugh.

Anneka - posted on 07/31/2009

I'll start: Last night my son got finished with dinner and was just gonna go play in the front yard for a few minutes while my husband and I finished dinner. Well about 10 minutes later, we walked outside, looked around, called for him and he was no where to be found!! Well, we just moved into this neighborhood about 3 weeks ago and our next door neighbor has a 9 year old son. I went to see if maybe he was there, but there was no answer at the door.I told my son not to go off, and don't go riding his bike, stay in the yard. When I looked in the garage his bike was there and his shoes were still inside by the front door. I was officially freaked out!! I grabbed my phone and shoes, threw my husband's keys at him and said "get in your truck and DRIVE!! Go look everywhere!!" I was running up the road yelling his name. Just as I've dialed 911 on my phone and I've reached the end of the road to our subdivision just before getting to the major highway, I see him trotting down the road, barefoot as can be playing with a toy, talking to the neighbors!!! I wanted to choke him and hug him and BEAT him all at the same time. So apparently I had a look of total terror on my face, because the neighbors ask, "hi, ummm, how are you?" I replied "SCARED" in an out of breath voice. My son looked at me and said "oh, hey mom" I said, "WALK" and and pointed toward our house. Just then my husband pulled up in the truck and my son got in and I got in the back and bawled my eyes out all the way home, even though it was a short drive. I was almost able to breathe again by the time we got home. My son immediately started crying (one, because my husband had been getting on to him ever since he had gotten into the truck, and two because I don't cry very often) because I think he realized a little of why we were SOOO upset. I explained that we don't know the people around us, and there's a major highway not even a half mile from us, and we were worried that something really bad had happened to him. He was still crying and said he was very sorry and he would never go off again without asking. And I don't truly think that he thought anything of it until I met him in the road and told him to go back home. It just goes to show, no matter how well I think he's doing, no matter how good he is progressing and growing, he is still and always will be, Autistic and I must remain ever vigilant. I just wanted to share that story : )