My mom’s car had broken down earlier that week, so we had to walk to the library that day. It was a few blocks down, so we had left early in the morning to beat the heat. As we were walking, no cars passed the majority of the time. I had music playing and wasn’t paying much attention to what was going on until I heard a honk. Three men stuck their heads out the window of their green van and proceeded to make kissing noises and whistled at my mom and I. I was 14 years old. Being the strong (maybe a little bit crazy) woman that she is, my mom threw a rock or two at the moving van.
I remember standing there feeling violated and plain out dirty. I just wanted to get to the library and hide forever. Years later, I still feel like the girl who got harassed on the street with her mom.
– Anonymous
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada
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