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January 23, 2003
My father left me in the car once while he ran an errand. Within 10 minutes I was outside of the car screaming at the top of my lungs. I wasn't frightened at least not overly so. I don't remember the age but I was old enough to be left alone for short periods. And these were the days when you could do such things without fear or guilt. So I wasn't afraid. I was angry. Angry at being left behind and I was going to make him pay. I have know idea where this particular piece of bile originated.