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So I was walking home from Harlow town centre yesterday, getting quite close to home but still in a fairly built-up area, when I heard a little voice behind me.
"Excuse me!"
I turned but I didn't think it would be for me. It was a little girl, couldn't have been any more than four or five years old. I crossed the road and went to see what she wanted, wary that some sort of angry pedo version of Beadle's About might spring a trick on me at any time.
"Excuse me, can you help me cross the road? No one is letting me."
Aahhhhhh. All she wanted to do was cross the road with her little toy pram and her little doll inside. I made sure there were no more cars coming and made sure she got across the road safely, then I asked her if she knew where she was going, and she said thank you, yes she did, and went on her way.
I wasn't quite sure what to think afterwards. Part of me was happy that there was a small child out there who a) didn't want to steal my wallet or call me a c*** and b) a child that had the sense to ask an adult to cross the road. And yeah, she was sweet and said her pleases and thank yous. Nice kid.
But then the other half of me thought that what kind of parent lets her five year old girl out on a busy road all by herself, next to a pub and shopping centre no less, without making sure she's okay? I'll be the first person to say that the media's constant mugging about 'paedophiles round every corner' is over the top, but around Harlow, you can never be sure who's lurking in the high grass.
I sort of wanted to make sure the little girl got home okay, because let's face it, she could have lived miles away, but then I pictued a tattooed skinhead father whisking her away inside before battering me to death on their doorstep with a rolled up copy of the Daily Star. I dunno, I guess I'm just saying that this whole thing has got out of hand, so much so that even nice people like me are afraid to do a good deed for a good kid incase I get labelled as something I'm not.
She's probably been raped and eaten by now.
"Excuse me!"
I turned but I didn't think it would be for me. It was a little girl, couldn't have been any more than four or five years old. I crossed the road and went to see what she wanted, wary that some sort of angry pedo version of Beadle's About might spring a trick on me at any time.
"Excuse me, can you help me cross the road? No one is letting me."
Aahhhhhh. All she wanted to do was cross the road with her little toy pram and her little doll inside. I made sure there were no more cars coming and made sure she got across the road safely, then I asked her if she knew where she was going, and she said thank you, yes she did, and went on her way.
I wasn't quite sure what to think afterwards. Part of me was happy that there was a small child out there who a) didn't want to steal my wallet or call me a c*** and b) a child that had the sense to ask an adult to cross the road. And yeah, she was sweet and said her pleases and thank yous. Nice kid.
But then the other half of me thought that what kind of parent lets her five year old girl out on a busy road all by herself, next to a pub and shopping centre no less, without making sure she's okay? I'll be the first person to say that the media's constant mugging about 'paedophiles round every corner' is over the top, but around Harlow, you can never be sure who's lurking in the high grass.
I sort of wanted to make sure the little girl got home okay, because let's face it, she could have lived miles away, but then I pictued a tattooed skinhead father whisking her away inside before battering me to death on their doorstep with a rolled up copy of the Daily Star. I dunno, I guess I'm just saying that this whole thing has got out of hand, so much so that even nice people like me are afraid to do a good deed for a good kid incase I get labelled as something I'm not.
She's probably been raped and eaten by now.
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..i was full of respect and nodding my head in agreement - till the last line
what are you like!
sheesh
*puts shades on and continues to wade through high grass*
what are you like!
sheesh
*puts shades on and continues to wade through high grass*
She was quite obviously a drug dealer.
Snuglly stole it to entice little girls into Harlow city centre
Rumpadodosnitzle wrote:
> (My storys much more exciitng than Snugglys, as you can see. It had a
> 999 call! Ohhhhhhhh)
Where's the pram though?
> (My storys much more exciitng than Snugglys, as you can see. It had a
> 999 call! Ohhhhhhhh)
Where's the pram though?
Hmm... reproducing cabbages, eh? Biomodification sounds like just the thing! Even if it is a word I just made up
Snuggly, you're just lucky you got to her before the wolves did.
Snuggly, you're just lucky you got to her before the wolves did.
Chippxero wrote:
> She probably was running away from home to go live with her boyfriend.
They met on the Internet. Lol, k.
> She probably was running away from home to go live with her boyfriend.
They met on the Internet. Lol, k.
Ely's a weird place.
You never heard of the Cabbage Patch Kids?
And there's no way anyone with any sense would let a 5 year old out on their own. That said, there's a girl in the village I live in that regularly gets left in the local town, with the mother expecting that she'll run into someone she knows who will take care of her. Freak.
And there's no way anyone with any sense would let a 5 year old out on their own. That said, there's a girl in the village I live in that regularly gets left in the local town, with the mother expecting that she'll run into someone she knows who will take care of her. Freak.
FantasyMeister wrote:
> As for 5 year old kids out on their own, I'd have escorted them to
> where they were going and found out where their parents were just to
> see what kind of cabbage lets a 5 year old wander around without a
> guardian.
That's ridiculous! Cabbages can't have children.
> As for 5 year old kids out on their own, I'd have escorted them to
> where they were going and found out where their parents were just to
> see what kind of cabbage lets a 5 year old wander around without a
> guardian.
That's ridiculous! Cabbages can't have children.
It's weird, but last time someone came running up behind me saying "Excuse me!" out of nowhere I got that "Christ, what have I done now!" feeling. Luckily it was just a couple of teenagers who wanted to hand back my £250 that I'd just drawn from the cashpoint and which they'd seen me drop straight on the ground instead of into my shirt pocket.
That was in Bath city centre back in the 90s, not the kind of place you'd associate with random acts of honesty but I guess humanity can take us all by surprise sometimes. They were even overwhelmed when I gave them a three or four quid change out of my pocket as a reward.
As for 5 year old kids out on their own, I'd have escorted them to where they were going and found out where their parents were just to see what kind of cabbage lets a 5 year old wander around without a guardian.
That was in Bath city centre back in the 90s, not the kind of place you'd associate with random acts of honesty but I guess humanity can take us all by surprise sometimes. They were even overwhelmed when I gave them a three or four quid change out of my pocket as a reward.
As for 5 year old kids out on their own, I'd have escorted them to where they were going and found out where their parents were just to see what kind of cabbage lets a 5 year old wander around without a guardian.
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