When I was 4 my father came out to the yard one night to bring me back into the house. I was pointing a flashlight up into the night sky, turning it on and off, on and off, on and off, so THEY would see me. I told him I was in the wrong place and THEY should come and get me.
He told me to point the light to the top of the tree and turn it on. It was so faint that I couldn’t find the top of the tree.
Father said, “THEY can’t see your light…let’s go in now.”
Then I tried putting letters in the mailbox for THEM to come and get me, but I didn’t know how to write.
Mother said, ” If it’s scribbling, how do THEY know what you want?”