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Click hereback in the Seventies
back before the actions of paedophiles became a cliché
on a day when I was just shy of three but not shy
I was playing by the roadside with my dog
when a man drove up in a white van;
he offered me a bag of candy to get in (for real)
and I froze, frightened, alone
one hundred metres from home
thankfully though, my dog freaked
beat him back, snapping at his hands
and defeated, he drove away
and I was alone again, except for my dog.
This actually happened to me, exactly as described and the dude did offer me sweets. The dogs name was really Lassie but she was border collie not a scotch. This event was the second of three times a dog saved my life, but those are other stories.
This hits home for me. I spent my career in the corrections system.
You dodged a bullet, Vee.