I realized the other day that although I may ask questions of my kids, after all these years, I still don't always ask the RIGHT questions.
A few weeks ago, Adam said he was going to 'The Radar' with friends.
All summer, the kids have been swimming in various lakes and for whatever reason, I had assumed The Radar was another place to swim.
We're going to Laurie.
We're going to Oakfield.
We're going to 'Dub J'.
We're going to The Radar.
The Radar, just like one of the other swimming holes.
I did a quick Q & A when I got the call, saying they were going.
Q: 'Where's the Radar?'
A: 'In Beaverbank.'
Q: 'Who's all going?'
A: 'Names Names Names.'
Q: 'How are you getting there?'
A: 'Johnny's driving.' (Johnny being his older brother's friend)
'OK, well be careful and have fun.'
I KNEW I had heard of The Radar, I just couldn't remember in exactly what context.
Because The Radar was still bouncing around in my head a few nights later, with the little nagging doubt, I brought it up to Adam and asked, 'Is the Radar a place to swim?'
He looked at me surprised and said, 'No.'
'Then what is it', I asked.
And that's when he said, 'It's a bunch of big old empty buildings that people go to explore and hang out'.
And he showed me a few pictures on his phone.
And then it hit me!
THE FREAKIN' RADAR!!!!!
NOW I remembered why I knew that name! I had seen a posting about it somewhere on the Haunted Nova Scotia Facebook page!
All of a sudden it hit me, and I looked at Adam in shock and asked, 'You KNOW that place is HAUNTED!!! Right?
He replied, 'Yeah, I know', much more calmly than I would have expected.
"Are you serious? You've been going in there? What's in there? Have you seen anything freaky? Should you be in there? Is it SAFE? It can't be safe!"
All of these questions came flooding out of me in one breath.
First, I was trying to process the fact that my kids weren't going somewhere I thought they were.
They hadn't lied about it, I just hadn't asked enough specific questions.
Then, I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that not only was this place they were going dangerous ... which was MOST important, it's supposedly freakin' HAUNTED, too!
After Adam showed me the pics on his phone, and I Googled a few more, I told them I didn't want them going in those buildings.
It's far too dangerous!!!!
I get that kids like to explore old structures like this, but looking at THIS picture I found online ... I DON'T want my kids in there!
Now here's where things get freaky.
Last night, I was at my Bestie's house.
During our sip 'n bitch, I decided I wanted to tell her about the haunted building I found out the kids had been to, and wanted to show her some pictures of it, so she could get the full effect of why I didn't want them in there.
I started off with,'I've got a story for ya! But this needs pictures so you can see what I'm talking about'.
That's all I said.
I then grabbed her laptop, went to Google, and typed the word 'The'.
That was ALL I typed.
Then I lost my shit.
What you see in the pic above, is what came up on the Google drop down when I typed the word 'The'.
THE. That was it.
I freaked and said, 'OMIGOD!!! THAT'S what I was going to talk to you about!'
When she asked what I meant, I pointed at 'the radar beaverbank ns' that was FIRST in the drop down.
'THIS!', I said, 'THIS is what I was going to type in AFTER the word, The'
My Bestie has NEVER searched for 'The Radar' on Google on her laptop. She didn't even know what it was.
I thought it was pretty freaky, that EXACTLY what I was going to tell her about, popped up in the Google drop down, based on the word, 'The', and she's never searched for it.
Why didn't 'The Chronicle Herald', or 'The Weather Network', or 'The Big Bang Theory' or ANYTHING else with 'The' pop up?
Why was it, 'The Radar', when that's EXACTLY what I was going to tell her about?
I understand how Google works. It remembers searches. It picks up other things you might be interesting in searching. It works with algorithms. Blah Blah Blah.
Which means she must have searched for it in the past.
She said she had never searched for The Radar.
I believe her.
When I got home, I tested it out on my own computer.
I typed, 'The' and first on the list in the drop down was 'The Weather Network'.
I got Alec to try it on his phone and the first thing that came back was 'The Chronicle Herald'.
I believe my Bestie when she says she has never heard of or Googled it.
I also believe that it was an interesting, freaky coincidence, that after only typing the word,'The', the topic of conversation I was about to bring up, was right there, staring me in the face.
Yeah, I choose to believe it was an interesting coincidence.
If you would like to see the inside of The Radar, here are a couple of videos.
The first is a group of ghost hunters exploring the site, who get the crap scared out of them.
The second, is a couple of guys walking around the inside and that's pretty much it. But you get a good view of the dangers inside it.
Even though I still don't want them in there, I completely get the attraction for the boys and their friends.
Part of me is extremely tempted to check it out myself. But I know I'd be too scared to set foot past the first door.
Too many unexplainable freaky things happen in this world.
Like how Google read my mind last night.
Or was it the Radar ... reaching out?