A Story My Dad Told

My Dad was born in 1909. When he was a toddler the covered wagon had not been phased out yet. His family was moving across the plains of Kansas or Oklahoma with a covered wagon and he was a toddler sleeping in the back of the wagon. He was a sound sleeper. When the wagon hit a bump on the ground, he rolled out of the wagon landing in very tall prairie grass. After some time he awakened. Looking all around him, he could not see the wagon. He finally spied the top of the covered wagon as it dissappeared down a hill in the distance.
He cried and toddled his way closer to the family and finally someone heard him and ran back to him to rescue him. If he hadn't awakened when he did, he may never have been found. The grass was almost as tall as he was.
I remember gasping when he told that story. Just think what could have happened!