Back in grade 1 my mom would pick me up for lunch, but she would always be late. I would get embarassed waiting at the school drop off spot for such a long time, so I would slowly inch down the road to the end of the block. I had hoped if I was closer to the end of the block, my mom would find me faster and would not see anyone from the school staring at me. One time the postman caught me and brought me back to school so that I could be safe.