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I'd like to know what you did, unless you are joking. I always think of the story by O'Henry "Ransom of Red Chief" about how the kid gets the kidnappers to release him. Of course, today, they'd just kill and eat the kid.

I love that story and must say "Red Chief" is a term I've used to describe my son when he was a youngster. Years ago, when I'd take both my children to the mall, I'd hold my daughter's hand like there was no tomorrow. Yet, I'd give Red Chief a considerable amount of space to roam. I knew in my heart, kidnappers would return him in less than five minutes. My, how times have changed.

My prayers go out to both these boys and their families.

I was out playing in a large vacant lot by myself, this old guy came up and took me by the hand and said that we were going to play "mommy & daddy". He took me behind some bushes and unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis and started pulling me toward him. Somehow, I remained calm and I told him that I had to go home and change out of my school clothes because my mother would come looking for me if I didn't and I told him that I'd come right back after I had changed.

I always figured that he let me go so easily because he really believed my mother would come looking for me. I never told anyone about it until I was 16 years old. I didn't do anything wrong except go off and play by myself w/o telling my mother but I still felt guilty and felt that it was my fault.