side while they rolled on the floor.
“You’re landing now,” his father said as he dumped Tag on the floor. Then he said, “Oops, crash landing,” and began tickling him until they both were laughing hysterically. “Thomas, when you grow up it’s important that you study hard and have good scores in school. You could be a pilot of one of our star ships and see the galaxy. Then you’d fly for real.” With that his father picked him up and ran with him to his room to get ready for bed.
“Aw Dad, let’s play some more. It’s not late. Please!”
His father handed him off to his mother and said, “We have an angry space pilot here. See if you can land him in bed,” and then they both laughed as she hugged him and swung him around in circles.
At night his mother would hold her little boy close to her breast and feel the life beating within him as she read to him. From the day he was born she had loved him more than life itself. He was such a good boy who never gave her any problems, and he seemed to always know what she wanted. Sometimes at night she would watch him sleep and wonder just what the world held in store for him. She often thought he was pretending to sleep and that he knew she was there the whole time. She didn’t know it, but she was right. No one could look at Tag without him sensing it. He didn’t know this was a special ability; he thought everyone could do it. He was seven years old when he discovered that just wasn’t the case.
It was the year of his fourth level in school, and one day during playtime his teacher suggested they learn a new game called hide-and-seek. She explained that someone would hide and then she would try to find them. The only rule was you could not go outside the blue line surrounding the playground. She quickly found the first ten students that had tried to hide. There just weren’t very many places where they could completely conceal themselves. They all stood in a playground that was only sixty yards square. One side was totally bordered by the school building and cafeteria. The far side of the playground had a fence but the two interior sides simply emptied out into streets. No one had successfully hidden. Then it was Tag’s turn, and he didn’t try to hide behind anything. When the teacher closed her eyes and counted to ten, he simply walked around behind her and waited for her to start looking. The teacher then began walking around the playground searching everywhere. Tag bent low and followed her around the yard, and each time she turned he would step around her, away from the direction she was turning, so that she would barely miss seeing him. The other students thought this was hysterically funny and began laughing out loud. After ten minutes the teacher put her hands on her hips and demanded to know what was so funny. The students told her that Tag was right behind her. She turned around quickly and he wasn’t there. She turned around the other way and he still wasn’t there. They only laughed harder. With exasperation in her voice, she finally said, “Okay, I give up. Where are you?” Tag stepped out from behind her and the teacher noticed they were standing very close to the blue line. Play time ended and his teacher asked Tag to stay a few minutes after school.
After school his teacher handed him an envelope and asked him to take it home and give it to his mother. Tag smiled, took the envelope, and put it in his backpack. It didn’t even occur to him to open the note and see what it said. He laid it on the kitchen table when he got home and told his mother about it when she walked through the front door. She opened the envelope and read the note. She sat down, and Tag could see that something was bothering her. “What’s wrong, Mom?” he asked.
“Tell me what happened at school today, Thomas.”
Tag walked over and sat down on the little green footstool in front of her chair, looked up at her, and said,
Rebecca Lorino Pond, Rebecca Anthony Lorino