When I was 10, my older cousin’s friend was abducted and strangled (I cannot even mention the rest of what was done to him) by “Freeway Killer” William Bonin. The abduction occurred about 5 miles from my house. A few years later, Richard Ramirez, the Night Stalker, struck in neighborhoods within ten miles of mine.
When my daughter was 4, my husband and I were out in front of our house with our neighbors. Our daughter and their son, also 4, were about five houses away from us, on their bikes, when an unfamiliar car pulled up directly in front of them. We ran down the sidewalk and saw a man, about 50ish, sitting at the wheel. He quickly drove away when he saw us. Apparently, he didn’t say anything to the kids, just stared at them.
A few months after my daughter turned 6, Samantha Runnion, a 5-year-old, was abducted and murdered by Alejandro Avila, in an area not too far from where we lived at the time. To this day, I have not been able to bring myself to read the specific details of what that monster did to her…but I know the basics.
In our present community, which is mostly very nice, there have been 3 attempted abductions by strangers, not family members, in the nearly 12 years we’ve lived here.
I’m aware that the chances of someone abducting my kids are quite slim. I don’t care. They ride in cars, snowboard, skateboard; my daughter and husband are planning to skydive soon. All risky endeavors. Bad things could happen to them, yes. But, there is a difference, at least to me. How unbearably excruciating for a parent to have to live with thoughts of what was done to their child before being killed. This is why I have always kept my kids in sight. However, I don’t have any problems with parents who do things differently. To each their own.