some sort of event where I was getting an athletic award. We had my parents, our 6 kids, and 2 exchange students. I was 18...so Bradiohead was probably 5. We all piled into the Suburban after the event, and as is the case with families with teens, the older kids always helped get the younger ones situated in the back. In the mass of bodies, somehow we all piled in and shut the door with Bradiohead still standing outside.

My dad started up the car, pulled out, left the parking lot, and headed for home. This was at American Fork High...about the time we got to where the Timp temple now stands, our exchange student from Brazil asks 'Where's Bradiohead?" We all look around, I look behind the back seat...he's not in the car.

We hurry and turn around and rush back to the high school...as we are approaching the school we see little Bradiohead walking north across the school lawn, totally distraught with tears streaming down his face.

I tell you...that image still haunts me. We laugh about it, but it has also caused me to be ultra-conscious of making sure everyone is in and out of our cars to this day.

Sorry Bradiohead. I blame Merriohead and Staceyohead