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not the youngest one but the one in the middle, has been extremely small his entire life. (At 26 years old and 5'9" he just passed 140 Lbs for the first time in his life.)
When we was four, he got up one night sleepwalking and went to sleep in the middle shelf of his bookcase. My mother, having heard him moving around, went to check on him and found his bed empty. Not surprisingly she screamed...then she called the police.
The police showed up, dragged me out of bed being that my room was next to his and want to know if I had heard or seen anything. They call my father out of work because his boy is missing. They take statements, issue the all-points bulletin and call out the tracking dogs who smell his shirt and can't agree on a direction. There was never any real thought he'd been kidnapped though the possibility was explored...the town I live in houses part of a national forest and it is possible to walk to Canada about 400 miles away without ever seeing another person. For a four-year-old chronic sleepwalker this is a real danger of getting lost and/or injured and dying. In so far as it's the middle of the night and the crime-scene squad is out of Hartford State Police Barracks 45 minutes away...we're waiting for them to show up and do their thing and the room is being sequestered. They want to know where his hiding spots are...so I take them to his closet and show them how he likes to squirm behind the pipes to one end because he can get inside the walls. I extricate myself from the closet because somebody had to go check he hadn't fallen asleep inside the wall and I'm the only one small enough (at age 7) to even think about getting into this space.
So I'm stepping out of the closet, meaning I am facing the bedroom door and Dan's asleep in the bookcase that is behind the door facing out. Completely not visible if the door is open. Slept like a baby through the whole thing. They must have walked by him 30 times in the intervening 2 hours.
So yeah...my kid brother initiated the largest manhunt in the history of my town to that point by going to sleep in a badly-positioned bookcase.
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