Over on my Medium page, I've shared the story of my kidnapping from the playground in 4th grade while playing tether ball with my friends.
Yes, seriously.
As the police officer carried me up the hill, I started to look back at the kidnapper and the police. I’m amazed that he had the foresight to turn my head away from the scuffle with the kidnapper and tell me “Don’t look at his face.”
I’m forever thankful that I don’t have a clear image of this mans face burned into my memory.
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