But what if he has candy?
When I was a kid I was a horrible little bastard, and this one time a man and a woman stopped and tried to get me and my friend to go in their car with them. I remember just taunting them calling them paedo’s and murderers and throwing rocks at their car before making off on our bikes.
We must have only be 8 or 9. I don’t even remember bothering to tell our parents what happened. What a lucky escape.
From the book “Appalachian Portraits” by Shelby Lynn Adams
Love is dead