More of Kate’s Kid Quips

Here’s another incident I remember.  We had moved from the apartment into a house with a backyard, walking distance to my school.  This must have happened when I was around six or seven years old.  I would walk to and from school with my best friend, and my parents were taking child-abduction precautions like making me memorize my phone number and address,  having my finger prints cataloged at the local police office and telling me never to get into a car with a stranger.

Well, they decided to see if their lessons sunk in, and they sent a friend of theirs, whom I’d never met, to try and “give me a ride home”.  She pulled up beside me in her car, popped open the passenger door, addressed me by name and asked if I wanted a ride home.

I remember the incident and how smiling and friendly this lady was, and I remember the complete lack of danger around the whole thing.  This was not how I imagined kidnapping would be like.  I thought, “Well, getting kidnapped isn’t scary at all!”  But of course I obeyed my lessons and refused to get into her car.

Check out what I said:

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Note also, my financial advice.  Seriously, you should always have money for chocolate milk.  What the hell, Dorie? 😀

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2 thoughts on “More of Kate’s Kid Quips

  1. Funny! And I am not surprised you remember that incident. I can still remember how some adults gave me the creeps and others did not. Kids have amazing built-in bullshit detectors but they can also be very trusting.

    It’s obvious your mom was just crazy about you and loved remembering these things and telling others about them. That is wonderful.

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