Got kidnapped when I was 5 years old, in 1974. Some strange hippy bastard grabbed me from out in front of the apartment complex we lived in back then. After a couple of hours he apparently thought better of it and tied me to a goalpost with my shoelaces over at the nearby school. During recess the kids found and untied me, took me to the office, and called the police; much to the relief of my frantic mother. There was a manhunt for the guy but they never caught him. Reflecting on this, there was either divine intervention or I was damned lucky!
Another HOLY SHIET!
