For Several Summers my brother and I spent our holidays camping with our parents and other relatives at a great Australian beach called Barwon Heads. It had a tidal river on one side and an ocean beach on the other. Over the river was a long wooden bridge that went right into the town.
One day, my brother and I were racing each other across the bridge trying to be the first one back to our campsite. My mum and grandmother were walking a long way behind us. I was ahead, and I really wanted to win. A car pulled up alongside me. The man driving smiled and said, "You look like you're in a hurry! Would you like a ride?" I looked back and saw that my brother was gaining on me. I wanted to beat him more than anything else. So I got in.
We'd only been driving for a few minutes when I suddenly started to feel scared. For the first time I really looked at the man. He seemed nervous, and he was acting kind of strange. I looked out the window. There were lots of trees and no houses. I didn't know where we were. The man started asking me questions. Was I alone? Did my family know where I was?
