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Little Boy Lost
by Darin M.
In '71 or so, I went to Six Flags (Arlington) with the church. Around noon or so, my mom got a call (she thought it was me) from a frantic young man almost crying. He was saying, "Mom... I don't know where I am... help me... mom... can you hear me..." The Arlington police and Six Flags security were on top of it at once! They had reports from all the phones on the premises, but didn't find the call I presumably made. I didn't. I was in the puppet show with a deacon, who was a good friend of the family. We never found out (nor did the cops) who made the call!
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