I don't know for sure if people still forget their kids in different places but when I was a kid it seemed like everybody had a story about like, yeah my parents were doing stuff and they just left me at the thing.

There I was, and I woke up, and nobody was there.

I guess they just forgot me.

My sister, I think, got left at church one time,

maybe sleeping in the nursery or something,

and everybody's left and mom and never were like, well, where is the last place we saw the kid?

I guess at church, we haven't really been anywhere else.

Well, we should go get her, and they went and got her. My parents were

good parents don't hold this against them and I can think of a time where I was at

wrestling practice when I was a little kid in Cocoa Iowa and it seemed like the gym where we were doing wrestling

was way, way, way, way, way far away

from where our house was.

I've gone back and looked and it's like two blocks.

But it was cold, it was winter, and I had my little wrestling singlet on, and they just forgot,

they just forgot to come get me. I don't know what they were thinking or what was going on, so I decided after

a while, I got to brave it.

I'm a quarter, not sure I knew how to use a pay phone anyway.

So I just marched myself down the way.

I remember halfway home.

I stopped at a house where a light was on across the street because I thought I'd

remember there being some friendly old people there and I was like I'm

freezing and I'm a small boy and could you please give me a ride to my parents

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