“Mommy, mommy!” I started to scream. I was 6 years old, lost in Disney World
and had an empty stomach. I started to panic. You know, at age 6 you can’t
really know what to do when you’re lost, I thought.
“Daddy, Mommy, come back right now!” I shrieked, starting to cry. I thought
maybe, with one slight chance, I could scream and they would hear my voice.
I kept on and on but it was no use. I was lost and screaming wouldn’t help me
now. I started to think for a while, and decided to sit down and think. As I
did so, I felt something start to crawl in my pants.
“Ah, ants!” I started running toward the little girls’ room to get them out.
When I came out of the bathroom, I noticed a pay phone. I remembered my mommy
telling me when I ever need her or daddy call her cell phone. Great, all I
need to do is put in some money and dial my daddy and mommy’s cell phone number.
Oh no! I don’t have any money. Great! I had another idea. Maybe if I go back
to where I last saw them, they’d be there. The ice cream shop! So, I
went there. All I saw was a bunch of people I didn’t know.
“I’ll never find them!” I screamed.
Just then, a man came up to me. “Are you lost little girl?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“Well, then, let me help you. Oh, my name is Officer Carter.”
He took me to an office and turned on the intercom. “There is a little girl
named ('what’s your name?')”
“Brandy” I replied.
“Yes, Brandy, and she said she’s lost. She’s about 6 years old with brown hair.”
In a matter of minutes my parents showed up. They said next time ask a police
officer first after I told them my story. That was how I had to ask a police
officer for help.
