When I worked, I held several positions that put me in sketchy situations frequently. I had a few terrifyingly close calls. One evening I found myself in a largely vacant parking garage, and suddenly in the company of a man I sized up as very bad news. I made the mistake of running. I was very, very lucky that I knew where the security station was (and he apparently didn't), because he did run after me. It was the only time I ran, and it was definitely a big mistake. The next time I found myself certainly being followed across an abandoned parking lot late in the evening by someone who was absolutely up to no good, I turned and stared directly at him with my arms crossed. I think my message must have been pretty clear, because he stopped in his tracks and then took the widest possible path around me. Turning and staring the follower down seemed much more natural to me. Growing up, I was spared no details about what the possibilities were. I was begrudgingly praised for having the "most fight per pound". I plan to teach my daughter the very same things that have kept me safe in some pretty ugly neighborhoods at some pretty ugly hours with some pretty ugly people.
As far as being lost as a child - did anyone else have to learn their full name, address, phone number and their father's full name, place of employment and phone number in school? (What a relic of an age gone by too - father's employment was only required, mother was assumed to be at home where I came from.) We drilled every week... every week we had to write it down on an index card for our teacher. Just in case we were found wandering the sidewalks.
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