I guess I must have been about 10 or so when something similar happened to me. The school bus used to leave me on the corner of a street near where this lady who I stayed with in the afternoon was, and one afternoon she wasn't there. So at the next stop these nuns (I was in a school run by nuns at the time) were getting off and they and the bus lady thought it would be a good idea if I got off with them, so I'd be close to where I should be. Then if someone called the school they could tell my mom where I was. It was weird. They were nice to me but I was scared. About an hour later my mom called their house and found me but she was in hysterics thinking I'd been taken.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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