I was around 11 years old and on my way to school in the morning. Each morning I would stand on the corner of my street and wait for my friend – we always walked to school together.
For a period of time, there was this adult man who would cycle past me and he would stop to have a chat with me. I didn’t know who he was and I never wanted to talk to him, so I was always quite rude to him. I found him annoying, intrusive and creepy. I’ve been rattling my brain as to what he would say to me, but I just cannot remember. In my 11 year old naive brain, I didn’t realise that I should have been concerned for my safety.
He would leave maybe after 2-5 minutes after chatting to me.
Then one day, just like any other, I was waiting on my corner and the cyclist stopped again…’Uughh’ I thought. He didn’t always stop, but he stopped enough for a chat that I got increasingly annoyed with each encounter.
On this day, my friend’s mum picked me up because my friend was running late and she decided to drive us to school. She saw the man, looked at him with a queer look as I climbed into the car. She ask me who he was, and I said that I had no idea. It was only after this, did that man stop talking to me…forever.
When I got older and recalled this memory, I realised how inappropriate his behaviour appeared.
What a creepy person. I guess I’m glad that I never pretended to be nice to him to keep in line with ‘being a good person’ . Who knows what was going through his mind, but I’m here and I’m safe :).