Lost little boy

Yesterday I was on the front porch flipping through mail, and when I looked up Austin was gone. Austin is not a child to leave our side, so when he does we usually don't make him come back right away (we try to encourage a little bit of self entertainment with this one). I assumed he had followed Tyler down to our next door neighbors so I casually sauntered down to their house. Usually, I would find Austin at their doorstep; he wasn't there, so I rang the bell. When I discoverd Austin wasn't inside their house I went into full fledged panic. Tyler and I ran down to the park with Tyler screaming over and over, "he could die!". Poor Tyler was just as upset as me. Our neighbors searched their house and backyard while I checked the park - no Austin. I ran up the hill and decided to check inside our house. I didn't think he would be inside because I was sitting by the front door and he hadn't gone in that door and he can't open the garage door by himself. Luckily, there he was inside the house, screaming away for me. I don't know how he got in, but he was safe and sound. I'm telling this story because I have honestly never been so scared in my life. My hands went numb and I was sure I was going to be calling the police any second. Tyler keeps thinking about it too. He keeps telling me how scared he was. We love our little cling-on a whole bunch!