The Time I Was Almost Kidnapped
As a kid in a grocery store you were most likely shorter than most everything except a few shelves, Until you finally got old enough to reach the buggy. I never expected it to be a hazard but after you here my thought to be horror story you might inform toddlers not to look at buggy’s to identify your parent.
I still have a very vivid memory of this day. It still scares me to think of what could 've happened had I not jumped off the buggy and ran. So one sunny Sunday my whole family came over after church. Like usual we had nothing to eat so we decided to go to nashville to eat at Papa Poblanos. It was a very lovely meal . I had chicken nuggets ( I was a very picky child). But I remember going out into that hot beating
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I didn 't have a good feeling in my stomach about this but I thought maybe maybe it was the sun and a full tummy.
Once we had made it to Walmart we made our way from isle to isle grabbing lots of things to munch on for the week to come. I specifically remember fruity pebbles for some odd reason. So after getting all the groceries we needed for the week we decided to go look at the plants since it was almost that time of year to plant a garden. I started to wonder like most 5-7 year olds do. I looked at the grills and made my way to the beautiful flowers , soon I thought I had lost my mom , So I instantly started to look for her buggy. I ran up and down all the isles of where I had just been and after what had seemed like an hour of searching I came up to two buggies both of which looked to have the same items we had in our buggy including the fruity pebbles . So I decided to get on the front of the buggy. As I stood looking around I suddenly heard the sound a buggy makes when it
My brother brought his BB gun, as well as my cousins. The next morning, My brother, cousins, and I decided to wake up early to go explore the campground. We saw a bridge and decided to cross it. When I reached the end of the bridge, I fell in a hole and landed in a creak under the bridge. When everyone came to help me up we all went exploring along the creak a little while after the incident.
When I was eight, my family could not believe what I was doing to my nanny on the way to Gatlinburg. My family and I begin to scavenge our belongings to place in my mother 's car, my anxiety and excitement begins to rise. We all start to swarm in the vehicle and to my recollection, I notice the sun beginning to ascend over the horizon. My mother stomped on the gas pedal to accelerate the car forward out of our driveway onto the road. In the car, my parents occupy the front driver and passenger seats, my brother sits next to the window behind my mother and I sit behind my father, which leaves the middle seat for my nanny to take up.
The time I felt scared was when I was on the roller coaster called the Batman at Six Flags. I had already eaten some funnel cake before the ride so I was full. The smell of the funnel cake was so irresistible, even though, I knew I was going on this ride. The challenge was real because I was hoping that I wouldn’t throw up on someone. The ride was a lot of jerking with some quick and swift twist and turns.
When I was in kindergarten, I did not have friends; my highs and lows oscillated on the approval of others who understood me even less than I did myself. For picture day, I remember being happy to wear my favorite shirt: a Strawberry Shortcake blouse with ruched sleeves. A girl deprecatingly told me I looked like a little kid. I never wore the shirt again. Although I already felt like an outsider, the situation worsened when I moved from Las Vegas to Hawaii.
A seventh grader, who was sitting next to me and was not wearing a seatbelt as well, slammed right into the seat in front of him, banging his leg and head. Yet, I wasn’t scared, only bewildered, but, that was before I knew what would happen next. My inner
Later that evening when my parents were putting my younger siblings Anna and Michael to bed I heard a “crash” just outside our house, I sprinted to the window to see what it was and I found that it was the roof to our animal barn! “Mom, Dad come quick!” I Yelled
I need to take a walk and clear, my head about this About why I can’t go out without changing my clothes, my shoes, my body posture, my gender identity, my age, my status as a woman. The point being that I can’t do what I want to do with my own body because I am... the wrong sex, the wrong age, the wrong skin, because I was wrong, wrong again to be me. And even tonight suppose it was not here in the city but down on the beach or far into the woods
I was going up and down the streets hopelessly trying to find my friends house. I was so young and I was getting nervous thinking of the worst possible things that can happen. After about an hour of walking around I finally remembered something. The house has a lacrosse net in the front yard.
Going several hours back in time, my eight year old sister and ten year old I were driven to Wachusett Mountain, going to a ski lesson, unaware of the events to come. We ate a quick breakfast, packed our ski bags, and set off with our father chauffeuring us. It turned out that me and my sister were the only ones at that lesson that day, I being less than enthused. (I somewhat dislike my sister for many miscellaneous reasons, such as her wonderful personality.)
We pulled over and started cleaning out the car while Genna cried her eyes out and repeated,”I want my mommy”. While my father was cleaning out the car, Clint accidently peed all over a yellow jackets nest. What seemed like thousands of yellow jackets swarmed and me, being the uneducated first grader I was, stood in front of the car screaming and getting stung by these livid bugs while everyone else sat in the car yelling,”Hannah get into the car”. I ended up with welts on my face from being stung but I just cried the pain away and thought to myself,”Hannah, it will all be worth is as soon as we get to Sliding Rock”.
Crash i heard a big sound when something hit the floor! First of all my mom always told me and my sister that we should not hang off our beds but we never listened. Since it was a really cold outside because it snowed the day before so the snow was perfect, there was no footprints in the snow so it was nice white fluffy snow. It was so cold outside though so me and my sister could not go outside. “What do you want to do?”
When I was two years old we moved to Keller, Texas from Pennsylvania. The only thing I remember about moving day is that it was Halloween. My dad recalls that I was being potty trained and had to use the bathroom at every house we stopped at when trick-or-treating. Many memories occurred in this house like every Sunday night when my sister and I would put on a talent show for my parents. Another example was when we would go swimming in the pool that we built when I was 7.
It was a sunny hot day, and the sun was burning me. I had butterflies in my stomach. when I got closer to my biggest fear, I thought more about whether or not I really wanted to do this. My sister and I slowly got in to the hot red seat and grabbed the burning and wet handle that would soon be protecting us in the seat that would bring us through the horrible, insane, terrible roller coaster ride called the deadly beast which i advise you should never ride. I was like a small little ant about to be face to face with the biggest animal out there.
Apparently I had a long sleeve shirt on and when I handed Big Mama the pickle my sleeve was soaked in pickle juice from top to bottom. My mom and Big Mama was wondering what happened in the kitchen, so they went into the kitchen and saw what I did. They realized I had placed all the pickles from the jar on the table to find the smallest pickle in the jar to give to Big Mama. They looked at each other, began to laugh and said this little boy is a mess! Life at this time was paradise for
Draft Hello. This is Tom J. Menios. These are the events that led up to my kidnapping on the evening of September 30th, 1989. Here is my story.