Gavin’s piano teacher lives nearby. Nearer as the crow flies. By car it’s a 15 minute drive halfway around the world. By foot it’s much closer. Unless you pass the house as we have done consistently the last three times.
The first time was my fault. I’m used to driving to the house and didn’t recognize it coming from the opposite direction. When I was only a couple houses from the busy street I realized I had gone too far.
Last week I found the house no problem but Gavin kept gliding on his scooter toward the busy street. I had to call him back, which of course alerted the neighborhood as well as the children of my friend who teaches Gavin. Kind of embarrassing.
Today I armed my son with a walkie talkie and wished him good luck! It wasn’t like I threw him to the wolves or anything. He asked his teacher for the address last week. She wrote it on his practice log.
In case you were thinking of using a walkie talkie in place of a cell phone, the range varies according to obstructions. A straight path free of turns or any other type of normal interference will yield a 10 mile range. When Point A and Point B are separated by less than a quarter mile and several houses in between, the walkie talkies emit static mixed with garbledy gook.
Gavin made it home in one piece.
I figured he would but it was a tense 45 minutes for me.
Me: You made it home! Did you find it ok?
Gavin (in his most deadpan voice): No, I got lost. I was found in the front yard. I think she told me the wrong address.
Me: It’s 4738.
Gavin: Oh, I thought it was 48 something but I couldn’t find any 48’s so I turned around. Then Rachel found me in the front yard.
I think next week we’ll skip the walkie talkies and go straight for blind faith. If nothing else, Rachel will be there to find Gavin.