He went into the carport, angrily and slamming.
There is both a special clarity and a mundane ignorance to the eleven year old mind.
He was going and he was done.
I was here and what was going to happen to me?
His car looked special.
He was going to drive it away.
I said please take me with you.
And he said I will come back tomorrow to take you, which I believed.
I waited for tomorrow.
Totally ridiculous, absurdly melodramatic, utterly realistic for the 11 year old mind, tomorrow.