I have a dime story which is equally trauma producing. Look for it. (I will tell you it in a nutshell.)

Parents gave me a dime so I could ring one time when I was ready to be picked up at an unfamiliar movie theater. I went to the phone booth, rang one time and got my dime back, but my dad didsn't come so I started walking home. Turns out I made my phone call from the "wrong" phone booth. I was 10 years old. 62 years ago and I remember this event like yesterday. Definitely PTSD producing. Love your writing, Deb.