I was 13 and got into a stranger's car. He laughed and hit the gasnewsweek.com/i-was-13-got-strangers-car-he-laughed-hit-gas-1845544
I grew up in a quiet, suburban, well-to-do, area of upstate New York. People were friendly. You knew your neighbors, even if it was just a wave.
I was thirteen in the summer of '74. I often cycled into town to hit the candy store, but I'd broken my bike in an accident, so I walked this time instead.
On my way home, a driver slowed down, put his passenger window down and asked…