Fuck and double fuck!
I remember being about seven or eight and round my mum's friend's house. She has two kids (now adults, technically) a year young and a year older than me. The three of us were playing on the swings at the park very close to their house, when a beaten up Transit van stopped on the road, two men got out and started making the relatively long walk towards the swings. They could of course have simply have stopped to ask directions, mistaken us for kids they knew etc, but Sara (who's the eldest) and I looked at each other and she just said "run!". We got Dylan's attention, who I think too had stopped swinging and we ran to their house as quick as our weiner legs legs could, not stopping to see if they followed, just ran.

As I said, I really have no idea what they wanted... but there was something that smelt a little Mystic River about it. You kind of dout and forget these things, but Sara and I talked about it not too long ago, and we both didn't think they were just coming over for a friendly chat.
( @><|= w0nu!) or cunt to my friends, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 3:52, Reply)