I have this thing that comes with my age. I don't remember a lot of things from my childhood. Memories of events don't come often but when I see a picture I have a tingling memory flash. So pictures are the cure to my memory.
And leaving.. well leaving was as big as arriving. We would stand around the car for hours saying bye to everyone. Once we said bye to one family then the next family would come and we would have to start all over again.
So, I think it was 1985, I was about 7 years old. We were getting things ready in our VW van. Packing up things in the car, getting all of the kids together all 4 plus my 4 cousins and my aunts. We were saying bye to everyone and talking and saying bye again. It was a whole day experience. So instead of spending the whole day saying bye I figured I could go around the corner and play ball with my cousin while waiting for all of us to get in the van and wave goodbye.
I don't remember if I told my parents that I was around the corner but I figured that they would count heads when they were getting ready to leave. You see with having so many kids in one place that's what we would do count heads, kind of like the scene from the Home Alone movie. And on top of that when we would get in the car, my dad or mom would go through a roll count making sure everyone was in the car.
So 20 mins go by and I'm still playing with my cousin, 30 mins go by and I don't notice anything because remember it takes like a whole day to say bye. 45 mins go by and it doesn't phase me cause remember I'm just 7 years old. Next thing you know it I see one of my aunts turn the corner and look at me wierd. I looked at her and said, "what?".