Who here ever got left somewhere as a kid? I was left in the St. Laurent Shopping Centre when I was
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4. The whole family was eating ice cream cones and sitting on a bench. I was day dreaming as per my usual state. My family left at some point. A lady from my families neighbourhood came across me and gave me a lift home.
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And she never forgot it.
She was #3 of six kids.
Cajun Catholic family.
NOT devout, though.
Always felt like a 'face in the crowd'.
Typical 'middle kid' syndrome.
Family 'vacation' road trip from Houston to her mom's parent's rice farm near Lake Charles, LA.
Dad stopped for gas along the way.
Miz t. went to the rest room.
When she came out, they were GONE!
I guess they did a nose count a few miles down the road.
All six kids (now five) were crammed into the back seat of a 4 door sedan.
This was WAY before seat belts.
Anyway, they came back and retrieved her.
Dad chewed her out for missing her ride.
He really wasn't that much of a jerk, but definitely not a 'caring person.
once. About 10 miles later, they noticed and went back. She was having a Coke in the office when they picked her up. She would have been about 5 years old.'
Edit to add: I see I'm still in the lounge. Can't someone help me find my way back to a saner place? 
I was finishing up work out in a cornfield when my coworkers loaded up three vehicles and left me. I walked out of the corn alone. 
Luckily there was a bar a mile down the road.
I spent a couple hours there 
while they returned to the motel, got the message, and came back for me. This is why I always volunteer to drive.
I was four, all my friends were four and five, it was my mom's turn to do carpool, she forgot about us so we started walking home. It was about 1.5 miles to walk, we made it about 1/2 way when she found us.
We knew our way and it didn't seem like a big deal at the time. 
makes me want to give you a hug!
we got left at my Grandparents a lot, but it was intentional (and we freaking loved it)
The closest to the situation you are talking about was the time my friend from Germany brought a group of about 15 of her students (and friends) to do a trip to Mexico. We had gone to the Amerind Museum nearby and left one of them there. She was actually only a few miles away - less than a typical hike for them, but she sure panicked. Her sister-in-law was even on the trip, but nobody noticed until somebody at the museum found my number and called. Oops. (I was the van driver on that trip and always did a inventory after that )
Nobody ever left me anywhere, but I felt compelled to reply here anyway. I spent many hours at St Laurent in my teen years. Now I can be found more often at Rideau (near my work) or Bayshore (near my house.)
My grandmother took us all to see Billy Graham (BLECH!). The dome was new and this was probably the first free event they had in the dome. A lot of people probably went just to see the Dome. And no, I did not go down for altar call.
Everyone was leaving, going down those large ramps that zigzag sort of like stairs, but don't have steps. Well, we were in this mob, and my parents had seen somebody they knew, and stopped. I kept walking, nobody grabbed me and stopped me.
So I figured out where the car was, got to the car, and waited like it was no big deal. It was a humongous parking lot. I know the dome held 55,000 people so there were acres of concrete.
I was standing there leaning on the car when my family came up from the distance and my grandmother is crying, thinks I've been kidnapped and she'll never see me again. Mom and Dad and Big Sister are in tow.
I remember that my dad told my grandmother, "You're worried about whether this girl will make it in life, and she found her way to the car, and had never been to the Astrodome before, and she's TEN YEARS OLD??"
I never was sure what "making it in life" will entail.
I took the SATs in a town about a half hour away. When I was done, there were no parents to pick me up and it was before everyone had cell phones. I was just left sitting on the steps of the school in a strange city for a few hours. When my parents showed up I tried to read them the riot act - but they weren't having any of it. What they'd gone through to try to pick me up had to do with bursting pipes in the house just as they were about to leave, followed by car trouble I think in both cars - it was a complete breakdown and the last thing they needed was a stressed out whiny teenager telling them they needed to try harder.
