One day Jennifer and I got off the bus just a few feet from our houses as we did everyday.  We walked to the corner to cross and a car pulled up.  It was a dark green seventy something Chevy.  The men inside asked us, “hey little girls, do you need a ride?”  (that sounds like such a cliché’, but that is exactly what they said).  Somewhat startled, but not scared we stood there pondering how to brake the news to them that we only lived right over there.  Unsure of what our next action would be we stood there.  Just then Jennifer’s older brother walked up behind us and the men drove off.  I thought nothing much of this incident.  I went home; answered the famous, “anything exciting happen at school today“ with the usual, “no” and went right to playing.  A short while later my Mother came to me and questioned me about what had happened.  I guess it was kind of a big deal...... Jennifer’s Mom had gotten the police involved and everything.  I really didn’t see why it was such a big deal at the time.  I knew better then to get into a stranger’s car.  I realize now that it was a very big deal.  That you don’t always go willingly and one of us could have simply been grabbed and never seen again.  It scares me to think that I might have been only seconds away from becoming a statistic.