Today this memory surfaced as it does from time to time. It was 1975, I was 5 and my sister was 7, we were walking home from the beach in the town of Stinson Beach where we lived. The town is small and to get to the beach there are only a few walking gates to access it from town. The main one being by the parksidecafe, a little gate way over the creek. So from town you go thru one of the entraces into the big park and parking lot area which stretches the length of town. So a really big place. After the parking lot there's a swath of bushes that also stretches the length of town. We were very familiar with the many tricky paths inside yhose bushes. The paths in the bushes also span the length of the town. It was deserted that day. It was totally normal our moms let us go unsupervised there was no fear at all in those days. So we are walking back via the paved path down from the bathroom s which is the main entrance to the beach. We got about halfway down the grade toward the parking lot when we saw a little boy about 6-9 (age?) Crouched beside a tree in the nearest island in the parking lot. We stared at each other, because his body language was reading as scared we did not approach. I was in front of my sister, Itbe boy locked eyes with me he was terrified. He was waving us back with his right hand , get back gestures. We could tell he was trying to be quiet. I was frozen there wondering why is he scared what is he hiding from I looked to his left, my right, broad grey parking lot empty empty grey sky day, I saw no one . The boy was still looking at me hard and it seemed as quiet as he could yell™run" I didn't run because I couldn't understand I looked behind and my sister was already running back up the path and took a left into the bushes paths, without me,. I looked back at the boy and he he said it one more time "run" this time I turned around and ran for my life, what helped me remember was how mad I was at my sister for bailing without me. I couldn't find her in the paths. I ended up walking back the way we had started to go home. It wasn't much later I came out of those bushy paths, they don't exist anymore like they did then, it's all regulated now. But I came out walked by the same I had just been. There was no one there anymore. The boy was gone,. I couldn't see anybody. Back home I met my sister who went back thru the next gate down which was close to our home,. We told our moms what happened and how scared we were I remember my sister telling us she said she watched from hiding while two men dressed in black that we're carrying briefcases gave the boy a shot in the eye. So when I think of this memory, I have always thought it was just too too horrible, but knew my sister would not just make that up, she was 7, she was scared from having to make it home on her own too. So thinking back on it, I called up my sister and she at first didn't remember, but soon started describing the boy. Dark hair, tan. I just remember the terrified eyes. Normally on an empty beach kids run into each other, they play they do something. That's what we did we did something. We connected. That's what kids do they recognise each other. Is this pizzagate....yes because it's related to child abduction and torture.

PS I geuss I mentioned all the gates because the exit was maybe 50-60 feet from the boy, but he wouldn't budge from that hiding spot. And my sister said today why didn't he come with us. I know it's cause protecting us. That boy whoever he was he looked out for me and my sister. I want to send love Thanksgiving around that beautiful soul.