B4mbi
Melly
- Nov 11, 2022
- 77
This wasn't recent but it's been on my mine a lot lately.
I'm guessing that I must have been around 5 years old since this happened before I moved house for the first time. My sisters and I, a year older and a year younger than me were out shopping with my mum. It was at one of those Tesco super stores with an upstairs home section and everything. I really needed to use the toilet and so did my older sister. This happened often so my mum let us both go to the toilet by ourselves. My mum is a single parent so we didn't have anyone to go with us. I remember after we'd finished mucking around in the toilets we went back to the isle where we last saw her but she wasn't there. As usual. so, we went looking for her. Being around 5, we practically gave up after looking down only a few isles and came to the only logical decision that she must have left without us. Our house was really close the shop, down a straight road and I guess we felt brave enough to go home on our own, so we left together (later when we were getting screamed, at she told us that she was waiting in line at the checkout). There's a really busy road next to the shop which leads to a big hill going over some train tracks. My sister must have gotten freaked out because she started calling out for mum when we were half way across the road, and I joined in. Almost instantly a man came up to us and said he knew where our mum went and pointed over the hill. And I remember just instantly believing him and taking his hand. My mum had tons of friends who she would stop and chat with in the street so guessed he was one of those. He had only started to load us towards the hill when our mum screamed at us from across the road. I don't even remember him letting go of my hand, I was so confused. I don't even know if she saw him. We both ended up in a lot of trouble for running away.
I don't know why I've been thinking about this recently. I've always just shoved it aside as another thing that happened. I almost feel like it was a dream. It's not like I can ask my mum or sister about it. I haven't seen them in years. I would definitely prefer to have died at that age while I was still innocent and confused. But I definitely don't want to think about what might have happened if my mum didn't find us on time. Would I prefer to have been potentially raped and murdered at the age of 5 or live the life I have? I can't say.
I'm guessing that I must have been around 5 years old since this happened before I moved house for the first time. My sisters and I, a year older and a year younger than me were out shopping with my mum. It was at one of those Tesco super stores with an upstairs home section and everything. I really needed to use the toilet and so did my older sister. This happened often so my mum let us both go to the toilet by ourselves. My mum is a single parent so we didn't have anyone to go with us. I remember after we'd finished mucking around in the toilets we went back to the isle where we last saw her but she wasn't there. As usual. so, we went looking for her. Being around 5, we practically gave up after looking down only a few isles and came to the only logical decision that she must have left without us. Our house was really close the shop, down a straight road and I guess we felt brave enough to go home on our own, so we left together (later when we were getting screamed, at she told us that she was waiting in line at the checkout). There's a really busy road next to the shop which leads to a big hill going over some train tracks. My sister must have gotten freaked out because she started calling out for mum when we were half way across the road, and I joined in. Almost instantly a man came up to us and said he knew where our mum went and pointed over the hill. And I remember just instantly believing him and taking his hand. My mum had tons of friends who she would stop and chat with in the street so guessed he was one of those. He had only started to load us towards the hill when our mum screamed at us from across the road. I don't even remember him letting go of my hand, I was so confused. I don't even know if she saw him. We both ended up in a lot of trouble for running away.
I don't know why I've been thinking about this recently. I've always just shoved it aside as another thing that happened. I almost feel like it was a dream. It's not like I can ask my mum or sister about it. I haven't seen them in years. I would definitely prefer to have died at that age while I was still innocent and confused. But I definitely don't want to think about what might have happened if my mum didn't find us on time. Would I prefer to have been potentially raped and murdered at the age of 5 or live the life I have? I can't say.
