I'm having flashbacks of things that make me realize what a dumbass
I was as a youth. I guess the reason I am thinking about these things is because I'm reading a thread on another website where people are describing scary events in their lives.
The first thing happened before my father died. He died when I was age 11, so this event probably happened when I was around 10 years old. I was playing by myself right in front of my house...doing God knows what on the sidewalk...probably seeing if I could do a standing jump from one expansion joint the concrete sidewalk to the other. I used to do this a lot. I remember the breaks were exactly 5 feet apart.
This older big kid walked by. He was probably mid-teens, and much bigger than me. He asked me if I wanted to play a game. I said "what game"?
He took off his baseball cap and helped it tightly over my entire face. With his other hand, he grabbed the back of my pants at the belt line and said "let's go for a walk". So he's smashing his cap against my face so I couldn't see, and he's forcing me to walk with him by dragging me along by my pants. I kept trying to ask him t where we were going, but it was hard to talk. He kept saying "you'll see when the game is over". I later found out we had walked 4 blocks to essentially a different neighborhood. I could hear other kids around...they sounded like older kids. Then this guys says "game over", and I feel myself being pushed backwards and down onto my back. I landed on something sharp and hard, and the cap was now off my face. I could see that I was laying on my back in an opened car truck, and this fucking psycho was trying to close the trunk on me. Without thinking, and before I actually realized that I was in a trunk, I instinctively threw my legs up in the air, and he was trying to close the truck on me as I pushed back with the bottom of my feet. He was trying to put his entire weight on the trunk lid to close it, but he couldn't get enough leverage because my feet kept pushing the lid up before it could lock. Oh, and I was screaming like a bastard. I don't think I ever screamed so loud and hard in my life.
He finally gave up and ran away. I climbed out of the trunk a total panicked mess, crying uncontrollably. There was this older teenager down the street, who I was a little afraid of because he was notoriously tough and a known street fighter. I ran up to him crying. he grabbed my shoulders and asked me what was wrong. I kept telling him "I don't know where I am, I don't know where I am". He asked me what my address was, and he walked me home. He asked me what happened, but I didn't tell him. I just told him that I got lost and got scared.
I told my dad though. He took my hand and said "C'mon". He put me in his dump truck and we drove around. "Is that him? No. Is that him? No. Is that....there he is, that's the kid. My dad got out of the truck, slapped the kid, grabbed him by the ear, brought him up to me, and said "do you know this boy"? He said "IT WAS JUST A GAME"! My father said...Is your father home"? The kid said yes, and my dad made the kid show him where he lived. My father walked directly into the house without knocking, and I heard a woman scream. I heard a man's voice, and I heard my father say DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR SON JUST DID TO MY BOY? Then there were fists flying, and my father beat the living shit out of his father (who I later found out was a drunk).
A second time, I was about 15 years old. I had my working papers, and in the summer, I would work during the day, and then go swimming at night and an outdoor pool on the other side of town, which was about a mile away from my house, but in a totally different neighborhood on the other side of the railroad tracks. I think night swim was about from 530 pm to 900pm. My girlfriend's mom would drive her to the pool, and I would walk to the pool to be with my girlfriend. Her mom would pick her up at 900pm, and she would always offer me a ride home. Sometimes I took the ride, and sometimes I chose to walk home. This night I walked. It was just getting dark. When you were done swimming, you would go into a changing room, get out of your bathing suit and change into your regular clothes, roll your wet suit up into your towel, and carry it home like that.
There were some railroad tracks that has an underpass that you had to walk under. There was a sidewalk, and a concrete wall next to you as you walked underneath the train tracks. There was an opening in the concrete wall that had a staircase which led up to the train tracks. I was walking by the opening, and this guy jumps out from the staircase and blocks my way. Late teens, early 20's, big kid. He says "hey kid". I say "what". You wanna get laid? What? You wanna get laid? What does that mean? "We'll go up here on the stairs and I'll suck your cock". Well, I had an idea, but still was not 100% sure what that meant, but it didn't sound good. I tried to get around him, but he grabbed my rolled up towel, and I stupidly didn't let it go. He grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me up those stairs. Without thinking, I kicked him in the balls and when he dropped, I smashed him in the nose with the heel of my palm. Then I ran like hell home. My father was dead at this point, and I didn't want to burden my mother, so I didn't tell her, And I didn't call the police. I didn't tell any of my friends and I didn't tell my girlfriend. I felt shame. I felt like I did something wrong.
And the reason I am boring you with this story is...as I read the thread on the other site, and I sit here and type this with tears of rage...I'm just now realizing that the guy who assaulted me in both instances, was in all likelihood, the same guy both times, based upon his size and hair color. Funny what comes back to you 50 years later.
Thanks for reading.
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Thanks, Kali. I don't think it harmed me in any serious way...I'm just getting angry thinking about it now.
Maybe your mental picture of the guy has morphed over the years, but it was most likely 2 different guys. I will say that your guardian angel was looking out for you and guiding you both times. I'll bet you were an awesome young man.
