I was left behind at a church picnic when I was the age Jesus was when he was left at the temple. Here's my musing about it.

We had a big church picnic at the city park
We’d been there all afternoon and it was getting dark
I’d been at the playground overwhelmed by the fun
As our car drove off and it was too late to run

My parents thought I was there as they drove away
And I was left there standing in my great dismay
I don’t know how far they went before they turned around
But my father wasn’t happy and thus he wore a frown.

I was the age of Jesus when he was left behind
He seemed to deal much better and keep calm in his mind
His parents were embarrassed when he wasn’t there
My parents tried to calmly help me with my scare

Jesus sought his Father’s will -- I was just playing
Pleasure I was seeking -- he was truly praying.
Our motives were different on our fateful day
But the same God was watching to keep us both okay