Taken 5? (assignment 10) Hannah Freibert

It allll began at the youthful age of 7. Sitting on my couch, eating cheerios, watching whatever channel had been left on the TV. On the screen, a woman talking... I think they were called news anchors. She was informing the public, aka me, about the kidnapping of a 7 year old girl, aka me, with brown eyes, aka me, and curly brown hair, aka, me. My under developed 7 year old brain was exploding. If that happened to that girl, couldn't it be me just as easily? My perpetrator could be anywhere, in my closet, behind my coat tree, hiding and waiting to steal me away. Each night I would double check to make sure every lock in my house was securely fastened. While yes, a safety precaution, you could call my fear irrational at best. The chances of me being ripped away in the dead of the night while I was sleeping were pretty slim. Even so, I had nightmares about it nearly every night (reflecting back on it, is that something I should have been counseled for? Eh). What's more, my mother enriching me on the stories of her teenage years when at her 300 population school with was killed by Ted Bundy. Again, my hyperactive mind jumped to extremes as to assume there was an abundance of Ted Bundy's in the world, and they were all after me. Thanks mom. As I grew older though, the irrationality of a "Taken 5" (as of now I think they are coming out with the fourth) scenario grew obvious, but the possibility of the likes became all the more real. Cat calls, uncomfortable stares that remain unbroken, and being alone in general only intensify my fear, and the real life possibility, of robbery, assault, or battery. In the worst case scenario, hopefully Liam Neeson will be on stand-by to swoop in and save the day for a fifth movie. But seriously, after the let down of #3, I have recalibrated high hopes for #4.