Childhood memory

When  I was younger we used to make almost yearly family trips to go to cedar point. We don't live far from cedar point so my mom, dad, sister and I would make the trip to cedar point and spend a day in the park. They would ride the bigger rides when and I would ride rides like the mine cart or some of the other in snoopy land. Like any other kid growing up I wanted to be just like my dad. I would do a lot of the same things as him, I would try to look like him and when he was home i'd always follow him around.
One year it was a hot summer day we had been riding rides it was getting to be about mid day and we had brought food in a cooler and were going over to sit and eat in the picnic area. We went over everyone ate I had my peanut butter and jelly and my chips and my crackers. Now while I was sitting with my mom and my sister my dad decided to leave and go somewhere to get some coffee. I was playing at the time and my mom and sister were busy doing something else I had noticed my dad had left through the gate and went off into the park. I decided that I wanted to follow my dad. I set down my toys grabbed the handle to my little wagon and started to make my way towards the gate. I walked for a bit to get to the gate. When I got there I was to short to get the gate open after sometime a lady opened the gate for me and let me through. Once I had walked a little bit out into the park I looked around and couldn't find my dad. I just froze once I realized I couldn't see him and I couldn't get back into the gate. I then stood there with my wagon stuck in the park without anyone. I kept looking back and forth trying to figure out which way he went and where he could have gone. People kept walking past but none of them were him and none of them knew him or where he was. Lucky for me my dad was already on his way back from getting his coffee. He came up and was asking what I was doing and how I managed to get out into the park. I then told him the lady let me out and that my sister and mom were still eating. After we got back in where my sister and mom were both looking for me trying to figure out where I went and were looking around for me. I got in trouble of course once they knew I was ok and where I went.
With this memory I know for sure that it is real it'll get brought up by my family still every now and then. It really isn't that important of a memory it happened but is something I could have forgotten. But with other memories of my childhood and growing up I've brought up stories that I thought actually happened but never actually did. I've had both my parents and friends tell me things I thought for sure were real aren't at all. With little non important memories it isn't that big of a deal. But it could matter if it affects someone else or your view on something or someone.