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Kimberly and the Runaways
A 15-year-old girl starting a new school is a very scary time. New rules, new people, a new landscape, and you strive to fit in. And since then, and for the rest of my life, I will think of this girl and what happened to her as my first memory of this town I lived in for 10 years.
Kimberly Dotts moved to Curwensville the same year I did. I have an older sister who was 12 and a new student as well on that Mother’s Day in 1998. The day Kimberly Dotts was murdered for trying to make new friends.
Being a little nerd boy, all I could think was she has the same name as the Pink Ranger. But at the time, my mom was saying a girl was in the woods with her friends, and was hung up and then beaten with a rock to death. That’s all I knew, and since it was before the internet, and since I was shy boy, that’s all I knew. Until years later when I went to Clearfield and saw in graffiti on a gas station a heart around the words “The Runaways.”
Looking up the story was much worse than I had imagined. I had some trouble looking up the names of this group of 10. Three of them came up easy. Jessica Holtmeyer, Aaron Straw and Tracy Lewis (Kim’s cousin) all received sentences. I think most of the others did as well, with Jessica and Aaron receiving the worst of it. Because they were the ones to go too far while the others watched.
This group went into the woods called Gallows Harbor, a little outside Curwensville, where Jessica lead Kimberly around on a noose. Something they said they picked up from the movie “Scream.” They were mad at Kim for “being a snitch” for either telling on them for buying beer or threatening to tell on them for this planned escape to Florida. Doesn’t matter.
After each took turns putting their heads through the noose in a sort of initiation, it wasn’t until Kimberly’s was back in it that Aaron hoisted her up until she turned blue. From what I read, it seems like they thought she was dead when she came down, but after seeing her move a little it was Jessica that hit her in the face with a “basketball sized rock” until she stopped.
I carry Kimberly with me always.
She’s my ghost. Growing up, I knew adults did bad things, but that they were adults. They knew better and chose evil. While kids are innocent, and no one is born evil. When I was a kid I had been through terrible things, but I never once thought of killing another. I knew other kids had (have) it worse, but I never thought they were capable of this until 1998, until I felt this murder and loss that no mother or child should have to experience.
My heart is with Rick and Jodi Dotts. I hope they can still find love and peace.
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