A few days ago driving home from a clinic, I passed by the elementary school I had attended as a child. A school that like so many children it seemed I spent hours looking out windows instead of at the teacher. Approaching the school, I slowed a little and looked at the windows and felt a jarring shock seeing a child looking out at me.
At the same time, I had a memory of being a child, kept after school and looking out the window on the road and seeing a funny bright blue car unlike any I had ever seen passing. I remember it slowed and an old man with a beard was staring at me. I felt afraid, wondering who he was.
I continued driving home. Shaking a bit and trying to shake off the memory.