I was with my mother we were on a connecting flight in LAX

If I'm not mistaken it was about the lady that kidnapped me why we stopped =
there, but I didn't go in with my mother as she went to talk to someone par=
ked.=20
 The lady that kidnapped me claimed to be great grandma is how she got me o=
ff the plane while I'm on the wrong one and had my ticket to IN to see real=
 grandma. Yet this lady looks awfully a lot like my mother or vice versa ha=
d me running to catch up onto round trip thinking it was my mother.  The F.=
A.A. are the biggest threat, they had over head speakers every 10 min sayin=
g NOBODY up at the check in counter unless checking in, so there was a kids=
 pool by the little TV's of like 6 to 10 children all from different person=
s just having them stand there, and I wasn't paying attention and I think t=
he lady even dropped a infant in a carrying seat just as she motioned me to=
 "let's go, come on."  and all I seen was the back side looks like my mothe=
r but I don't proceed too well the entire day, the lost feelings, the lock =
down feeling. The fact she ditched me on the plan so I was sitting alone, t=
hen when they found my ticket on me in a front pocket missing from the FBI =
photo of my shirt, they noticed I was on the wrong flight and when they ask=
ed if my name was the name on the ticket, she spoke up saying I must had fo=
llowed her because I'm her great grand son and we've never met.