I remember the hysteria over child kidnappings in the early 1980’s after Adam Walsh disappeared. I was only a little kid but I remember. I knew the little boy named Adam had disappeared and wasn’t found. It was a tense time. I remember my parents getting so angry when my friends and I would take a shortcut to school which went through the woods. I remember my mom being so frantic if I walked away from her in a store. I remember being so embarrassed when my parents would walk us around by hand or follow behind us when we went trick-or-treating. And then I see stories like what’s happening in Cleveland and I realize I am my parents and then some. We don’t leave the kids home alone, we don’t let the kids walk alone, and we constantly talk to them about the danger of strangers. One of the first things we taught the kids was their address in case they ever got lost or separated from us. We taught them a little song with the street address so it’s easy to remember just in case. We got both kids fingerprinted just in case. Today when I woke up, I quizzed the girls about their street address just in case, about 9-1-1 and when to use it just in case, about where to kick someone if they feel threatened and need to get away just in case. I hate that we have to live in a “just in case” world. It’s too bad we have to take all these precautions. It’s unbelievably sad we have to take all these precautions. I am grateful those young women were found safe and am hopeful the suspects get the punishment they deserve. And “just in case” I’m sure there’s a special place in hell for them anyway.
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