shocksyde
Diamond Member
The first time I was probably around 5 years old in Chicago visiting museums with my parents. The memory is a little fuzzy, but I remember being alone for half an hour or so and scared as hell as I roamed the streets of Chicago.
The second time was around 10 at a birthday party at a place like Chucky Cheese. The party was over, but nobody told me, and when I came out of the ball pit area, everyone was gone. Also, to add insult to injury, the place was about to close. The douchebag at the front desk almost wouldn't let me use the phone b/c it was a long distance call to call my parents to come get me. 30 minutes later, my parents show up at the same time as the other parents, who were across the street at Safeway getting some candy. My parents were UBER-pissed.
So, let's hear your stories of abandonment!
The second time was around 10 at a birthday party at a place like Chucky Cheese. The party was over, but nobody told me, and when I came out of the ball pit area, everyone was gone. Also, to add insult to injury, the place was about to close. The douchebag at the front desk almost wouldn't let me use the phone b/c it was a long distance call to call my parents to come get me. 30 minutes later, my parents show up at the same time as the other parents, who were across the street at Safeway getting some candy. My parents were UBER-pissed.
So, let's hear your stories of abandonment!