Getting to Know You

What lessons/rules did your parents instill in you when you were younger that you still remember (or tell your kids) today?

I remember being five and getting ready to start kindergarten. My mom and grandma told me over and over not to talk to strangers, since I'd be mostly walking to school by myself (the 70s were a different time for sure). I even saved a letter my grandma wrote me the day before kindergarten started. At the end she put, "Remember, don't talk to strangers. Love, Nana."

On my way home from school one day, a red Malibu pulled up next to me. It looked just like my Aunt Kathy's car (she lived with us at the time), but there was a man inside.

"Hey, little girl," he said, leaning over the leather seats.

I went up to the window. "Hop in, I'll give you a ride home," he said.

"Is this Aunt Kathy's car?" I asked.

"Yeah, yeah, it's Aunt Kathy's car," he said, trying to open the door for me.

Then I heard it as loud as if they were standing there. My mom and grandma. Don't talk to strangers.

I turned around and ran screaming all the way home. It obviously wasn't my aunt's car, which I found out later. Now I'm teaching my four year old the same thing I was taught.
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Getting to Know You

What lessons/rules did your parents instill in you when you were younger that you still remember (or tell your kids) today?

I remember being five and getting ready to start kindergarten. My mom and grandma told me over and over not to talk to strangers, since I'd be mostly walking to school by myself (the 70s were a different time for sure). I even saved a letter my grandma wrote me the day before kindergarten started. At the end she put, "Remember, don't talk to strangers. Love, Nana."

On my way home from school one day, a red Malibu pulled up next to me. It looked just like my Aunt Kathy's car (she lived with us at the time), but there was a man inside.

"Hey, little girl," he said, leaning over the leather seats.

I went up to the window. "Hop in, I'll give you a ride home," he said.

"Is this Aunt Kathy's car?" I asked.

"Yeah, yeah, it's Aunt Kathy's car," he said, trying to open the door for me.

Then I heard it as loud as if they were standing there. My mom and grandma. Don't talk to strangers.

I turned around and ran screaming all the way home. It obviously wasn't my aunt's car, which I found out later. Now I'm teaching my four year old the same thing I was taught.
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