I CAN REMEMBER MY GRANNY CLARK. SHE WASNT A HAPPY PERSON, NOT LIKE MOST MEMORIES OF GRANDMAS. SHE LIVED NEAR WOODLAND PARK IN SEATTLE. THE ONLY REASON I ENJOYED VISITING HER WAS THAT MY SISTER AND I COULD WALK TO THE PARK AND ZOO. ONE TIME, MY SISTER AND I WERE WALKING THROUGH THE PARK, AND I NOTICED AN OLD MAN FOLLOWING US. I TOLD HER ABOUT IT BUT SHE JUST LAUGHED AT ME AS I WAS WELL KNOWN FOR MY IMAGINATION AND MY PRANKS. I WENT TO USE THE RESTROOM AND WHEN I CAME OUT HE WAS APPROACHING MY SISTER BUT HER BACK WAS TO HIM. I YELLED AT HIM AND THEN AT HER AND WE TOOK OFF AND SO DID HE THE OTHER DIRECTION. LITTLE WAS DISCUSSED ABOUT PERVERTS IN THOSE DAYS, AND WE WERE BOTH PRE TEENS, BUT WHEN WE GOT HOME WE TOLD MY MOM ABOUT IT AND SHE WAS HAPPY THAT I HAD BEEN SO OBSERVANT.
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