When I was a little girl, around 7, we were living in California, San Jose to be exact. (This was the late 60's) I was walking home from school with two little boys from the neighborhood. A large black car stopped on the curb next to where we were walking. (I suppose all cars are large when you are seven, but that was my impression, large, and black) A man leaned over and asked if we three kids wanted a ride home. The part I remember most vividly were two things. One, the first one, was, my mom saying to me, DO NOT TALK TO STRANGERS! I didn't know this man, he was a stranger, therefore I wasn't allowed to talk to him. I was a very obedient child, (big surprise, but I was, really! Ask my mom!) And two, we were almost home, why would we want a ride? I was really surprised when the two little boys I was with hopped in the car. I just shook my head, and backed away. I finished my walk home by myself.
The end of the story? No one ever saw those two little boys again. That is how close I came to being a face on a milk carton, although, more likely, a little corpse that wasn't ever found. The only good part of this story is that it has worked well as a backup story when I tell children, DO NOT TALK TO STRANGERS! Next time you want to scare your children or grandchildren into good stranger safety, feel free to say, I know a lady named Jo, and when she was a little girl....
Thursday, November 06, 2008
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i thought scary stories were only for halloween.
i'm so glad you listened to your mom!
Holy yowsers, Jo! Good thing your mama raised a smart cookie, otherwise I wouldn't have you for such a great friend. :)
we are lucky you listened. This is one to tell our kids!
Holy moly Jo: CHILLS, just now.
That story always takes my breath away. Good thing you were such an obedient little girl.
What the.... FOR REALS?!
Good job little Jo!
Yes Mary dear, for reals. I still wonder about the families of those boys.
Oh my. The feelings of terror that went through me reading this.
I'm glad you listened to your mother, too! Those two poor boys... oh no.
:(
I'm using this story on my kids.
What the?! I am so glad that you were an obeident child!! I AM FOR SURE using this as a back-up story!!
That is better than any camp story I've heard. That is SCARY Jo !
I can't believe that happened.
I will use that to scare my kids.
That's really scary, I'm super sad about those boys.
You were a very good girl.
That sends chills down my spine! I am so very grateful you were an obedient child. The horror. I am going to file this one away to share with my little boys. It always has more impact if valid story to share.
:O
HORRIFYING.
Jo, I actually had something very similar happen to me! I was 5 or 6, walking home from school, when we were stopped at the train tracks, waiting for the train to pass. A man in a car opened the door and asked if I needed a ride. I was with a couple of older kids, and we all ignored them.
None of us got into the car, but I told my mom when I got home, and the police were called. I'm glad you and I both listened!
My heart skipped a beat when I read that! How scary!!!! Did you know the boys well? Did you run straight home and tell your mom? Did they try to find them right away?
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