ShowerSinger
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Thought I'd start a new thread about this. It has happened to me twice. The first time, I was in third grade. My sister usually rode the school bus with me, but she was home sick that day. We were a military family, and had only lived in the area a short time. I loved school, and wouldn't have missed a day. Still, I got off at the wrong stop. I sorta knew my way home. But, from this particular stop, I was about 5 blocks away. Nobody else exited with me. There was a man, standing next to a telephone pole, smoking a cigar. I walked on the opposite side of the street. He started following me. He screamed for me to stop. I kept walking. Only, a little faster. Then he started running towards me. I dropped my lunchbox, and threw all my school papers. I started running, and screaming like crazy. I ran, and ran. I finally jumped a fence near my house, and hid out in the neighbor's dog house. It seemed like forever, I waited there. Finally, I heard calls for me. I jumped out, and ran for home. This happened years ago, and it still haunts me.
The second incident is still too upsetting to discuss. I'm just thankful to still be here today. It involved an aquaintance. The builder of my house. Just be careful everyone. Use your instincts, and do what you have to do.
Please post your own stories, as it may help save someone else.
God Bless Us All
The second incident is still too upsetting to discuss. I'm just thankful to still be here today. It involved an aquaintance. The builder of my house. Just be careful everyone. Use your instincts, and do what you have to do.
Please post your own stories, as it may help save someone else.
God Bless Us All