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What lessons/rules did your parents instill in you when you were younger that you still remember (or tell your kids) today?
I remember being five and getting ready to start kindergarten. My mom and grandma told me over and over not to talk to strangers, since I'd be mostly walking to school by myself (the 70s were a different time for sure). I even saved a letter my grandma wrote me the day before kindergarten started. At the end she put, "Remember, don't talk to strangers. Love, Nana."
On my way home from school one day, a red Malibu pulled up next to me. It looked just like my Aunt Kathy's car (she lived with us at the time), but there was a man inside.
"Hey, little girl," he said, leaning over the leather seats.
I went up to the window. "Hop in, I'll give you a ride home," he said.
"Is this Aunt Kathy's car?" I asked.
"Yeah, yeah, it's Aunt Kathy's car," he said, trying to open the door for me.
Then I heard it as loud as if they were standing there. My mom and grandma. Don't talk to strangers.
I turned around and ran screaming all the way home. It obviously wasn't my aunt's car, which I found out later. Now I'm teaching my four year old the same thing I was taught.
I remember being five and getting ready to start kindergarten. My mom and grandma told me over and over not to talk to strangers, since I'd be mostly walking to school by myself (the 70s were a different time for sure). I even saved a letter my grandma wrote me the day before kindergarten started. At the end she put, "Remember, don't talk to strangers. Love, Nana."
On my way home from school one day, a red Malibu pulled up next to me. It looked just like my Aunt Kathy's car (she lived with us at the time), but there was a man inside.
"Hey, little girl," he said, leaning over the leather seats.
I went up to the window. "Hop in, I'll give you a ride home," he said.
"Is this Aunt Kathy's car?" I asked.
"Yeah, yeah, it's Aunt Kathy's car," he said, trying to open the door for me.
Then I heard it as loud as if they were standing there. My mom and grandma. Don't talk to strangers.
I turned around and ran screaming all the way home. It obviously wasn't my aunt's car, which I found out later. Now I'm teaching my four year old the same thing I was taught.
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Stephen Tremp
I always told my kids and anybody else that would listen, that "family secrets" are a terrible thing.
I told my kids that one. Although when my son was in jr. high he didn't listen to me. There was this guy going around town preaching and dressed like Jesus. My son was walking home from school and came home and announced that he just walked and talked with Jesus part of the way home. I don't know, maybe he thought that was an exception. But after the guy turned down another street my son ran all the way home.
Blessings,
Carla
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This happened to me twice in the same area where I used to live when I was 19. SCAREY!
I was walking back from using the payphone and this big white truck just pulled out in front of me and the the door flew open. There were 2 men in there looking at me expectantly. I turned away and RAN!! Lucky the didn't follow.
The other time was when I was using a payphone (a different down the block) and a car pulled up into the parking lot next to me. The man sat there, watching me. I had a creepy feeling and when I saw a cop car slowing down to see what was going on, I KNEW without a doubt that it was my time to turn tail.
I ran as fast as I could and hid as the car followed me.
Scare stuff....
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