1970: Two teenage boys were walking a few paces behind my friend and me. As we reached the entrance to playing fields, they caught up with us and pulled us away from the street. I was being physically overpowered but trying to distract the boy with conversation while my friend, who managed to escape, went to get help from a house opposite.
The man from the house shouted and the boys then ran off.
I never told my parents as I didn't want them to worry or over-protect me. I'm now a parent...
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