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The only thing that pops into my head is the time I was left behind. I was probably in the 4th grade and participating in rec league basketball. We had a practice at the junior high gym and it was dark and cold (January) when practice was over. As everyone left, I stood outside by myself in my t-shirt and shorts shivering and waiting for someone to pick me up from practice. It was a solid hour before someone showed up - my father had the car and he had been tied up in a long conversation with a friend of his and my mother had no way of coming to get me. This was a good 25 years before cell phones.
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Living is easy with eyes closed.
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