Close call with a killer
Janice Collins, 70, Bristol
Buttoning up my coat, I popped my head around the livingroom door.
‘See you later,’ I smiled to my mum and dad.
‘Take care,’ Mum warned as I slammed the front door shut.
Like most parents, they worried.
But I was 16, and used to having freedom.
Growing up in Pill, a Somerset village, in the 1960s, my friends and I were always hitch-hiking or catching buses alone.
It was 1968, before mobile phones and Uber cabs, and everything felt safe.
After the four-mile bus journey, I spent the
