Lets go pick some bottles! The lost of inocence?

As a child you quickly realize that adults are in charge! You adapt and you do what you’re told even if it seems wrong. One of the things me and my sisters did when we were bored was go pick bottles. We would walk in ditches along the side of the road picking discarded bottles. Our Mom would later exchange and give us the money. I was usually the one to initiate this due mostly to my need to be away from home. Often Carole my sister would come .Me and Carole were one year apart so we did a lot together .In a perfect world which is what every kid wants’ to believe he lives in ,spicking bottles should be somewhat uneventful. In the real world however there are always dangers. Carole and I would walk 2 mile to the turn off road at Wakley road and she would work one side and me the other. One time within the first ten minutes of our bottle picking Carole stepped on something sharp and cut her foot. It was bleeding very badly so I helped her walk back home therefore ending our bottle picking that day. I was disappointed for that day but I reason that it could have been me and that it’s a danger that can happen again so I was careful the rest of the times I went out. Lesson learned! Some time in the future we again went for a bottle picking adventure. This time we brought Jocelyne one of my other sister. All was going well I thought but the girls got tired early and separated as they headed back home .I should mention that me and Carole were very competitive on who would find the most bottles. When I got home they weren’t there! My Mom asked me where they were and I answered I didn’t know. Then we got a phone call from someone who lived on Walkley road .My parents and I drove there as I new which house they were at. What had happen is a man pulled up to them in a car and asked them what they were doing. When they answered “were picking bottles” he offered to take them where there were a lot of bottles. They then got into the car with him and no sooner were they driving away he pulled his pants down and proceeded to grab my sisters Cariole’s hand and force her to touch him . I guess they were screaming and crying so loud that he let them off at that house we found them. When they told me the story I was scared and for a while I watched every truck that would go by as I walk home from school after that day. For a while after that we were forbidden to go pick bottles. This incident is still vivid in my sister’s memory to this day. As for me it was the day that even though I realized adults are not only wrong some time ,but some adults are also dangerous!