On days that there were real bad traffic congestions, it would be another half to an hour before my dad was able to make another pass to pick me up.
There were no phones back in the day so it was tricky for my dad to arrive before I did. So I would twiddle my thumbs while waiting for him and watched strangers who were probably wondering what’s this primary school kid doing loitering there. There were the occasional bullies, both kids and adults, but…
