When I was wee
our garden led onto a field. I must have been about six knocking a golf ball around in it when a man came up to me and asked if I wanted to go for a walk in the woods. I wasn't allowed to speak to strangers and really not allowed to play in the woods so I said no and he went on his way. I didn't remember or think anything of it until it hit me recently that this was a really creepy near miss.
( bland is bland, Sun 22 Aug 2010, 11:07, 2 replies)

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Sounds like Peter and the Wolf.
( Not Pineapple anymore, Mon 23 Aug 2010, 14:12, closed)

It's Friday - it's 12 O'Clock - It's Perv time!
We were told at school that there was a man hanging around on Fridays, trying to get boys to come with him. We were about 12 or 13 at the time, so knew what that meant.

Sure enough, walking down to the chippie on my own one Friday lunchtime, a perfectly ordinary looking guy approached me, and asked something like "did I want to come and have some fun".

I'm quite proud of my cheekie comeback:

"No thanks - I roll my own..."
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 23 Aug 2010, 14:49, closed)