To the best of my knowledge, I’ve never suffered from sleepwalking. I may roll around and flail my arms and legs a lot while sleeping, but I never actually get up and wander around. Even while sleeping, I’m slightly lazy. But, there was one incident when I was a small kid that can’t really be explained any other way other than by sleepwalking.

I was four at the time. That strange age where you’re getting to be old enough that you sleep with just a nightlight and only one or two stuffed animal friends, or, in my case, a blankie. But, every once in awhile, you still get scared and wander into your parent’s room in the middle of the night, looking for solace from bad dreams.

This night was a little different, I’m told. See, I don’t remember any of it. The only reason I know it happened is because my folks love telling it to friends at parties and get-togethers.

Sometime well after I had been put to bed, while my parents were trying to fall asleep, I wandered into their bedroom, walking up to my mother’s side of the bed. She immediately assumed that I had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep. She asked me what was wrong and if I was having trouble sleeping. My response, apparently, was, “Hehehehehe…” Then I turned around and walked back to my bedroom down the hall.

My mom turned over and stared at my father, confused and pretty creeped-out. Eventually, they both got up and walked down to my bedroom, where they found me sound asleep, as if none of this had actually happened. I never did anything like this again. That they know of…