I was 13 and got into a stranger's car. He laughed and hit the gas


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…

This story appeared on newsweek.com, 2023-11-21.
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