I can imagine how the parents of a 2-year-old Plankinton, S.D., boy who recently got lost in a cornfield felt. The boy disappeared obne afternoon into a 340 acre cornfield and wasn’t found until the next morning.
My son and his wife, and their four kids visited me and my wife over the weekend, and I lost one the twins.
The two boys – Dylan and Jackson, age 3 -- were sitting in the living room playing with cars quietly one minute and the next minute one of them was gone. I went from room to room looking for the missing twin, Jackson. Then I tried outside in the yard, the garage and the barn. Beyond the barn was the shelterbelt and then fields.
Soon everyone was looking.
“Jackson,” we hollered and got no reply. As the minutes ticked by we grew more puzzled and more frantic.
Where was Jackson?
Then Dylan joined in the search for his brother.
“Hi-aack!” Dylan shouted.
My daughter-in-law, heard a muffled “Hi-Haack” icome from upstairs.
"Do it again,” she said to Dylan. “Call for Jackson.”
Dylan was more than willing to help in the game and his mom tracked Jackson to an upstairs bedroom. He was under the bed.
Jackson said he was playing Hide 'N Seek.
“But you have to tell someone when you are going to hide,” his Mom said.
I was relieved. I had lost Jackson, but he was found. No permanent damage.
Since Jackson’s brief disappearance, I’ve read about several about other "lost in the corn" situations. It seems to happen pretty regularly. There’s even Breumuda Triangle of corn in Minnesota where several kids from the same extended family have gotten lost one time or another.
I'm thinking of buying GPS locator chips. Next time they come to vist, I'll give them a hug when they get out of the car and plant the bugs on them.