Little Boy Lost January 1970. Ben looked out of the front door to find three feet of snow, an ambulance at the bottom of the drive, and two ambulance men starting to push a large hospital wheelchair up the steep snow covered incline. In it, his mother, looking tired but happy, guiltily sat as the men struggled to push against the energy sapping snow. His father, shovelling the snow in front of them as fast as it was physically possible to do with just two hands and one shovel, was hunched over, looking like an animated version of a roadworks sign. He managed to successfully transform the drive from a snow-covered incline, into an uphill skating rink. After 45 minutes of pushing, then pulling, then one pushing and one pulling, mum was home, and so was his new brother.
