It was exactly 12:47 at night, and I was trying to fall asleep. I was a vulnerable and gullible 3 year old at the time, so I didn't exactly know it was wrong to follow strangers, especially if they were luring me with a hershey bar my most favorite candy at the time. Well, I heard someone say "Jessica, Jessie, come here I have a surprise! Jessie, come down, I have something for you..." it was coming from downstairs from the den. It sounded exactly like my neighbor, miss cassie.
I was only 3 so I wasn't thinking about how they got in. I then got out of bed and went to the den and a woman, not miss cassie, was standing there holding out a chocolate bar. At first, she was beautiful, saying "come on, its ok, just chocolate. Take it. Eat it. Come on its ok I don't bite..." Then, I stood there just staring at her. She got frustrated that I wouldn't take the chocolate, turned hideous, like a person who was taken out of their casket after 5 years underground, and charged, I screamed and ran upstairs to my mom's room. She calmed me down, and to this day doesn't believe me on what happened.
And also to this day, I distinctly remember that experience and flinch when someone farther away calls my name for me to come to them. Also, now I hate hershey bars.
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Lexi loo (is your last name who?),
I would have thought a Mother of 3, the oldest of which is 5, would know that sentences begin with Capitlized letters and end with punctuation.
I also wonder why you feel you had to dredge up a 'story' that is 7 years old... Was it only to tell us that your 5 year old can not tell time therefore the O/P at age 3 could not possibly tell time so this 'story' is just that a story?
There is a wee bit more that makes me question the 'facts' concerning this OLD TALE. Please read some of the newest submissions, a fresh look and insight on some of them may be helpful.
(No offence meant... But I am at the end of a twelve hour shift and have had ZERO Caffeine to see me through it.)
Respectflly,
Rook