Buried Alive: The Chowchilla Bus Kidnapping

When I was young, I rode a bus to school that was driven by one of my Aunts. I would often fall asleep on my way home. Since my Aunt was used to seeing me, she would forget to drop me off. When she realized her error, she would have a teenager who lived several stops after mine call my parents to let them know I was ok. But imagine for a moment that the bus never dropped me off. Imagine how a…