When I was in Kindergarten, my teacher didn't show up one day. Through some mixup, neither did the sub. There was chaos, and I just decided to leave school and I was going to walk home. We lived in the Bronx then, and to get home I would have had to cross 233rd Street, which I believe had three lanes of traffic in each direction. Not good for 5 year old.

My mom said a little voice told her not to go home after she dropped me off. Sure enough, about 15 minutes after I went in, I came strolling back out. She brought me back into the school and marched into Principal's office, giving them the riot act. I was awestruck that anyone would yell at the PRINCIPAL!