Begin at the Middle

I feel like I'm documenting a tiny portion of my life, whilst at the same time writing to myself, like I want myself to understand and remember how I felt at certain time and what I felt was significant. It's best to begin at the middle, I'm 20 now and 11 is roughly around the middle. 2004 was a bizarre year, it was the beginning of an era I'd still like to believe I'd live in, but bizarre events preceded it.

Ok, so it was March, I was 12 and I was in a play. There's the context set. So anyway, I was at a rehearsal for Oliver Twist, and the children's rehearsal had just finished, but, because my mother was in the adult section of the play I had to stay behind and wait for her. I'd waited outside with all the other kid's who one by one were picked up sporadically, and then it was just me, alone in the car park, bored and waiting. Suddenly I heard my name called from a distance, I turned and gazed out of the car park and across the road where I saw a slightly plump woman gazing back at me. She called again,
"Thomas!"
No-one used my full name except for close family, and just who the hell was this woman anyway. I turned around to see if there was someone behind me she was calling, and assumed was just a very coincidental mistake.
"Thomas!"
Her eyes hadn't left me.
"Get inside Thomas!"
"Who, me?!"
 I was defiant with my words, confident she was mistaken.
"Yes you, who else?!"
What was going on, just who was this woman and why was she so desperate to tell me to go inside? It's not even as if I wasn't allowed to be outside. I turned around once more to see if there some vein chance of another Thomas being behind me, but to no avail. I turned back and she was gone. I looked at where she had been stood only moments before. How on earth did she run around that house and escape from view so quickly I thought to myself, it surely wasn't possible. I never did find out who she was, but it set the tone for the inexplicably bizarre feel to the year.