Visiting the Ford garage

One day in 2nd grade, when it was time for afternoon recess, I walked out and started for home.  I must have been really out of it, because I didn't notice that when we walked out the door everyone else turned right when I turned left, or notice that I was the only one walking down the hill,. This was the year of the abusive nun, so maybe I went someplace else in my mind that day. It was when I reached the bottom of the hill that I realized I was alone and there was no safety patrol to help me cross the street.  I started to cry because I didn't know what was going on.  Across the street was the Ford garage, and one of the mechanics came out and took me into the garage.  I don't know why they just kept me there, but they did.  Maybe I didn't tell them my name, or whatever, but I would think that they would have tried to find out where I was supposed to be, or call the police, or something.  But they didn't do that. They sat me down and gave me snacks to eat, and talked to me while they worked.  I remember sitting on the hood of a car. When school was really over, they just sent me home.  Meanwhile, the school had called my mother and told her I was missing and hadn't come in from recess.  She called my dad at work and he was driving around looking for me. So when I walked in the door at home, oblivious, I was met by a frantic mother (who almost killed me).  This was just one of those weird things that happened in my life. In a freaky coincidence, as a freshman in high school I met a girl and became best friends with her.  Her father worked as a mechanic at the Ford garage, and he was the one who had come out to get me and took me into the shop.