Something I read today triggered this memory. As a child we had a boogie man in the block. All the parents warned us a kids to stay away and we did. This old man would offer you candy if you would take a bath in his house and let him watch. We all knew about him and avoided him. Far as I know the only thing ever done about the man was warning from parents, but it worked. He was old and slow so it was easy. Back then parents didn't get very detailed in telling us to watch out for strangers. Mom just said if anyone did something that made me feel weird like it was wrong to hightail it home. And I did.
I remember meeting a girl in school. She was new and shy so I made friends with her. Once she asked me to her apartment after school. I didn't know anyone who lived in an apartment so this alone was something new and exciting. It was up above a store on our main street. This girl lived with her grandpa. We were only there a short time when he asked if we wanted to play hide and seek. I thought it was strange a grownup would want to play with us. They didn't do that when I was growing up. Kids played their games, grownups played theirs or just watched us. I hid in the closet and the next thing I knew grandpa was there also. "Quiet", he whispered, she'll find us. As he pressed against me from the back I really had no idea what it was he was pressing against me but all my mom's warnings where screaming in my head. I burst out of the closet and ran home. Looking back as I ran down the block I saw the girl watching from the window and I felt so sad for her. I was too young to even know why but I was. I never told my mom about this and never played with the girl again. They moved again after a short time. Did everyone have these dirty old men living in their neighborhoods and did everyone keep quiet back then?
Now the good old man. We were poor kids back then as my mom was raising the 5 of us alone. I didn't feel poor but we were. A couple times a year a miracle would happen in our alley behind the house. We never knew when it would happen. My mom said it maybe happened when we all had been especially good, but I believe she had alterior motives for saying that, LOL. Anyway we came home the same way everyday. Through the alley. And sometimes spread all the way down the alley where hundreds of pennies. A fortune, enough for all. We would scream with delight and stuff our pockets wondering where they had all come from. Pennies would buy alot of penny candy when I was young. It wasn't until years later I found out one of the old grandpa's in the neighborhood would save up his pennies in a jar. When he had a good jar full he would scattered them up the alley and then enjoy watching us have our treasure hunt. Makes me smile thinking about it.
No real reason for these stories, just I have been doing so much lying around and remembered them.