I was not very excited about his visit because I anticipated that it would not be much fun having to hang out with him for several days. As it turned out, I ignored the instructions of my adult relatives and managed to lose my younger cousin, leaving him alone in a strange town, with no place to sleep and no way of finding his way back to my parents’ house. The mistake I made was to think that he was safe in the confines of our yard and to leave him alone while I pursued my own interests elsewhere, not thinking about the vulnerability of young children and their tendency to wander off into dangerous situations. My mother was very happy when Joey and my aunt arrived late in the afternoon, just in time for dinner and she fussed around us, making sure that everyone had enough to eat, and laughing with her sister while Joey and I just looked at each other across the dining table. He did not say much and everything was fine and until my mother told me to take Joey out into the yard to play. She warned me not to let him run around in the street, and not to let him out of my sight, because he was too young to be left alone. I was not very pleased about this, because I wanted to meet my friends for our usual games in the park, and it was just like a form of torture to act like a nursemaid for this little kid.