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I've been forgotten to be picked up from places many times growing up. Never really bothered me. My mom was chronically late, so if I knew she was supposed to pick me up, I expected the wait.
One time that kinda sticks out in my mind is being forgotten at soccer practice. I was 11 or 12 I think. I sat there watching as all the kids left with their parents and the coaches left, and then I walked across the street to Publix. I asked some lady for change, and then I called my house. My sister answered and said that my mom had just left because she finally remembered to pick me up. I just walked across the street and shot some goals until my mom showed up.
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