In the late 60's and early 70's we lived in West Covina, Califoria, in the San Gabriel Valley east of Los Angeles.  As a matter of fact, the entire Printz family, was living in the Los Angeles area for a short time in 1968 and 1969.  My parents lived in Covina, about 5 or 6 miles from us.

We lived in a neighborhood made up of young families and there were literally dozens of kids Kevin's age.  He would get up in the morning, go out the front door and disappear.  From time to time during the day, all the kids would show up at our house, play for an hour or so, then move on to someone else's house.

One afternoon, Kevin was nowhere around when it was time for dinner.  We scoured the neighborhood but no one had seen him for several hours.  After an hour or so, we became very worried and called the police.  They promptly initiated a search of the area with no results.  It was beginning to look serious.  Just when we had begun to think the worst, my Mom called and said: "Guess who just showed up at our house?"  Kevin had ridden his little bicycle more than 5 miles down some very busy urban streets.  Nobody could believe a 5-year old child could have found his way - but there he was.  When asked what he thought he was doing, Kevin replied in a matter of fact tone: "Well, it was a hot day and I wanted some of Grandma's lemonade."