The Time I Got Lost in Vegas

Daniel Toemion
Oct 1st 09

The Time I Got Lost in Vegas

Once I went to Las Vegas with my family. We were walking to see all the cool hotels and their plays. My uncle was just going to the toilet, but I followed him. I was 5 years old that time so I didn’t know what was happening. There were lots and lots of people in the hotel gambling, poker, watching plays etc, and I lost my uncle.

I couldn’t find were my uncle was because all of the other people were taller and I couldn’t see through, I looked everywhere but people were blocking and I couldn’t see, I cried and lay on the floor.

I thought I was going to get lost forever, because my mom always said there were many kidnappers in Vegas or everywhere in the world so I was crying and I was also really worried they might kidnap me. When I was lying on the ground crying these people saw me and wanted to help me, so they got me to the receptions and was trying to ask me what my mom’s name was and what she looked like. When I tried to tell them they wanted to call my mom.

My aunt was looking for me and I saw her so I shouted, and she pointed and said, “Oh he’s over there”. When my family found me they thanked the people who tried to get me to my parents and family.