I remember accepting candy from a man in a white van when I was six years old, in 1968. Afterwards I went and played with my friend. No rape at all, just candy. Life was simple and good.
One year the school bus stop happened to be next to a guy who filled vending machines, so his garage was filled entirely with candy and snacks. Occasionally a group of us kids would go ask if we could pick some candy, which would have seemed more weird if the family wasn’t one we saw at church.
I remember accepting candy from a man in a white van when I was six years old, in 1968. Afterwards I went and played with my friend. No rape at all, just candy. Life was simple and good.
One year the school bus stop happened to be next to a guy who filled vending machines, so his garage was filled entirely with candy and snacks. Occasionally a group of us kids would go ask if we could pick some candy, which would have seemed more weird if the family wasn’t one we saw at church.
One of our neighbors did something similar for a job. He’d have boxes and boxes of Mr. Goodbar we could have.