n 1974, when I was 11 going on 12, I was walking home from my Catholic elementary school near Paterson, NJ (Passaic County), when a man in his 30-early 40s pulled up in a green MG Midget with old orange NY plates (YK23???).
I was wearing my school uniform when a man pulled up in the MG asking for directions. He was a brown-haired white man, mustached with short hair and glasses, wearing a business shirt and pants with a loosened tie. He asked me for directions to Paterson which I gave him. He told me to come closer and pointed at his erect penis. He asked me if I ever saw one and told me I should get into his car. Every fiber in me wanted to flee. He told me to get into his car. I refused and he badgered me and used adult "I-mean-it-or-else" voice but I said I lived nearby and pointed to a stranger's home a few doors away. I was frightened. He slowly followed me to the house as I walked shaking whole way because I did not know those people. I rang the doorbell. He watched me closely the whole time then sped away. I walked to the corner and saw him speed up the block but I heard him coming down the next block. His car was loud. I hid in bushes as he drove past the house slowly and then circled the block multiple times. I cried. I don't know how long he circled. I cried and prayed he did not see me. On his last sweep past, he shouted, "I know you're there!" He was so angry.
I stayed in those bushes for hours and arrived home late for dinner after taking a circuitous route through the woods. This has affected my entire life and career choice: a federal probation officer. I needed to find him. I still do. DeB looks a lot like him. I'd love to see him in profile. Then, I'd know. That and I need to know if he drove a MG.
Thanks!!