Getting a ride home from school
It had been a long day and I was tired.
My backpack was heavy.
Bigger than me.
My bus dropped me off a mile from my house but I had to walk the rest of the way.
A nice man rolled his window down to talk to me.
He looked about daddy's age.
He had some gray hair.
Not like mine.
Mine is all blonde.
He was dressed nicely. His car looked nice too.
"Hey sweetie! That backpack is bigger than you are! Why don't you let me give you a ride home!"
I thought about what daddy had said about getting in the car with strangers...