5/26 Some guy tried to get me into his car when I was riding my Big Wheel in front of our house. I'd never been told not to get in someone's car, but I'd been given the "don't talk to strangers" speech.
I told my mom about having not talked to the stranger who tried to give me a ride, and that's when she educated me on kidnappers.
Not wanting to scare me too bad at the age of 5, she picked a relatable topic by telling me that if I go with a kidnapper they will spank me.
That was enough for me.
6/26 My Dad dying right in front of me when I was 6 years old.
7/26 9/11 rocked my adolescence. The world didn't feel right after that.
8/26 I was 10 when this happened, dad was 46. I lived in Papua New Guinea with my parents when Sandline happened. It was a really dangerous time for ex-pats, so we were rushed out of the country by the company dad worked for. When we got to the air port, there were a heap of locals out the front rioting. The security guy with us protected mum while dad was carrying me. Dad didn't really need his own security guy cos he's 6'3", looks quite intimidating when he needs to, and even now at 65 he's still surprisingly strong.
Someone in the crowd bumped into dad pretty hard and I slipped out of his arms. Another guy grabbed me by the hair and started dragging me to the back of the crowd. I guess he thought "Little girl, easy target". I saw dad turn around and he his face went from panic to full blown white hot rage when he saw me being dragged away.
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