By now you may all know the story of how 7-year-old Yamato Tanooka got lost in the woods: his parents disciplined him by putting him out of the car, and when they returned “a few minutes later” he was gone. A huge search of the nearby forest was mounted, and as the days wore on it seemed less and less likely that he would ever be found alive.
But a very wonderful thing has happened—Yamato has been discovered, alive and well:
…at a military base on Friday, about 5.5km (3.4 miles) from where he went missing last Saturday.
The site had allegedly already been searched on Monday morning, but the boy was not found. The search team comprised 180 people and search dogs.
The soldier who found Tanooka had not been part of any previous rescue efforts, AP reports.
Yamato told police he had walked to the military base by himself soon after his parents left him.
“I drank water to get by,” he reportedly said. “There wasn’t anything to eat.”…
The soldier who found him had not been searching for him, but discovered the boy on opening the door of a building on the base. It’s not at all clear why the boy had not been found during the earlier search. It’s also not at all clear how the boy had managed to locate the base in the dense woods. Was it just chance? (From this recent story, we know how easy it is to get lost in dense woods and wander around aimlessly without progressing very far at all.)
All of Japan is talking about the event, and the child’s father has apologized profusely on behalf of the parents. It’s not all that unusual for parents to threaten to leave children somewhere in order to make them behave, but it’s rare that they actually leave the child rather than merely use the threat as a tool.
I have my own memories about such things; you may have quite a few yourselves. When I was a child and my mother used to drive me hither and yon, she would often get annoyed at something I did or said, and would threaten to put me out of the car and make me walk home. Sometimes this happened when we were very far away from home, and it scared me (although I can’t remember what sparked the incidents; my recollection of myself was as having been well-behaved).
I do remember calling her bluff once, though. It’s no coincidence that we weren’t all that far from the house at the time, the weather was decent, and I probably could have successfully walked home. I think I was around eight or nine, and when my mother stopped the car and said I should get out I did just that—I jumped out angrily and started to walk away. But my mother didn’t drive away; instead, she followed me slowly in the car with her window rolled down and ordered me to get in. This went on for perhaps a half block, and then I complied. It seemed I had made my point, although it took its toll on both of us.
When my son was young, the scene played out very differently. Neither my husband nor I was going to threaten our son with any such thing, but he was sometimes pretty headstrong and we still had to discipline him. Once when he was about two and a half we were in a large mall and had been there for several hours. It was time to go home, and we told our son so.
“No!” he said vehemently. “I want to stay!”
When we insisted we needed to go, our son said even more forcefully that he was going to stay in the mall. So instead of our abandoning him, he was proposing to abandon us.
My husband asked him, “But who will take care of you?” Without missing a beat, standing smack in the middle of the mall, our son immediately pointed to the first man who walked by. “He will!” our son said firmly and triumphantly, not the least bit perturbed. Then a woman passed by, and our son pointed again: “She will.”
He had a point. We finally just picked him up and took him out of there.


