Reminds me of an experience I had in the 7th grade, back in the Spring of 1975. Our teacher said he was going to give some after school instructions on the metric system for those of us not "getting it." We were permitted to go home to change out of our uniforms, and then return back to school at 4:00pm. As I was walking alone back to the school, about half way there, a Volkswagon Beatle slowly rolled down the one way street, inching up behind me. As the man (probably late 20's) pulled up next to me, he said "excuse me, do you know how to get to Rockaway Blvd?" My hinky meter immediately went up, as Rockaway Blvd was only a half of a block away from where I stood. I told him it was straight ahead at the next intersection. He then asked me if I could point to it on the map he had in front of him. Right then, chills went up my spine, and I knew I had to get out of there immediately. I quickly said, "no I'm late for something" and turned around to run in the opposite direction of the one way street, and continued to run the next 4 blocks to my school...while constantly looking over my shoulder to see if this car would be following me. There was not even a single person walking around for me to ask for help. When I arrived at the school, I was the only person to show up for the extra class, except for our dedicated teacher. I was a wreck inside because of what just happened to me, but for some reason I didn't tell him. I guess I felt somewhat embarrased, as I always considered myself to be independent and street wise...silly I know! I'm sure if I told my teacher, he would have made sure I made it home safely. Instead, I kept quiet and simply was extra alert to my surroundings on my walk back home. I don't even remember if I mentioned it to my parents. So, needless to say, my two young children are always in my sight. I never let them walk anywhere without me, and I don't care if it seems over protective. Children will always be innocent targets, and I pray Lyric and Elizabeth will be found.