Valerie
Back when I was fourteen we had this eleven o’clock curfew for minors in our area, because it was supposed to be a bad area. I had some babysitting money and wanted to go buy some candy at the corner store, which was one and a half blocks away. It was like three minutes each way, so my mother let me leave at ten of.
I got to the store in a hurry and there was nobody in line, so I was out of there with four minutes to spare and heading home. As soon as I get out onto the sidewalk a cop rolls up and tells me I’m violating the curfew. I said, “Nahah, I got four minutes and just live around the corner.”
He told me that I could not get home in four minutes and he was holding me for breaking the curfew and it wasn’t even in force yet. But I was only breaking the curfew because he held me. I had the receipt to prove what time I left the store.
He wanted to search me but couldn’t touch me without a female officer. He called for a female officer and no one showed up. I could have been home five times by the time he decided to have me search myself!
He had me empty out my purse, and sure enough, all I had was chips and candy. Then he had me take off my shoes—new Nikes I had just bought with my own money—and he ripped the soles out!
Then he told me to get in the back of the car, that he was driving me home, which he did, but I was locked in back there and my mother got really pissed thinking that I had been out there goofing around doing something stupid.
It was really ridiculous if you ask me.
