About when I was 9, I remember school finishing, walking out to where my mother would collect me only to see her driving away. I ran after the car calling after her but she didn't hear me. I wailed crying thinking she had left me. Then this girl from my year came over and said "oh your mam said for you to get a lift with us." Sound. I was fairly happy with that. By that stage I was heaving so I couldn't just turn that shit off. Then I had to take a lift with that smelly girl's family still breathing funny, red faced and teary eyed looking forward to the remaining 3 years with people who witnessed the entire incident. Nice.