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A narrative that takes place in my childhood while living in my old neighbourhood.
My small bare feet made a soft crunching sound when they went on the rough green grass. the grass had pieces of broken beer glass. However, my feet didn't get cut. A little later, I stopped at my destination and my Mom and Dad ran after me, then one of them picked me up and were crying.

         I was only two years old and what I did was something that I am not proud of.
It was a sunny day in 1998, my Grandma was still alive and visiting me and my parents, I am pretty sure my little sister was born ( but my memory is a bit hazy,) I think both of my parents were making supper. Therefore they weren't paying to a small young boy with a really curious mind, unlocking the cold white metal screen door, going through a small urban field, which lead to two more similar fields that were bigger and smaller than the first one. This lead to me going up some huge hills and walking in yet another field, except this was way bigger than the other ones, covered in grass, with nothing except a public library and an elementary school ( I didn't go there when I was older) on the side. However, there was park that was probably in the middle of the field, which is where I was heading to in the first place.

         Mean while I think my mother soon noticed my absence, so she told my father, starting them to worry where I was, and I think that Grandma overheard their worrying. She then them that she saw a man carry a little boy that looked like me, to a car and driving away. Well I can tell you one thing, that didn't make anything better because now all of them worried that I was abducted, so that meant that I was going to get hurt or worse.

         However, while Dad and Grandma were fearing for my wellbeing. I think Mom's intuition had an idea that I was walking to the park right now. She decided that "feeling" and head straight there. It was about time too because my grandmother was about to call the police and my parents were considering to agree. Fortunately, when Mom had the notion of where I was going, she told my Dad and my Grandma as well, before my mother and father went out the back door to find me. I think the sun was starting to set, so it was casting a yellow-to-orange glow, and by the time they found me it was a hot pink-to-dark purple sky and clouds.

         I know that Grandma was home, waiting for my parents to get me, still, I can't remember if they were running or walking really fast, but if I asked my mother, she would probably state that they both ran FAST!! So I believe that was the case. Five minutes was probably how long it took them, to me it seemed to take them an hour, to get where I was at. I was only two back back then, so my memory is not that great. To be honest, I would finish this narrative here right now, but I won't. The reason behind this is because before my parents found me I was near the park, then stopped and saw a man at the top of the monkey bars. The guy had white skin and, probably blonde hair, but what I really noticed was his clothing; a white T-shirt, white jogging pants with blue stripes, white adult sized running shoes ( maybe even a pair of white socks and undergarments too.) Next, this part is really weird, he started to ask me questions which I answered back, except I can't remember what both the questions and my answers were. Ironically, the questions weren't bad or anything, plus I FELT safe near the stranger.

A little later, my parents come and shout my name, I turned around and saw them running, but they slowed down when they got nearer and finally stopped as soon as they were up close. They were exhausted, sweaty, and breathing heavily from 'running non-stop. I was then picked up, and saw that they were glad, angry, relieved, and crying tears of joy too. Next is what mostly happens after these situations: The three of us go home and are happy. The End.

         Well you're half-right. The both of them are holding me (who carries me home I don't remember), when my Mom sees the SAME mysterious man on the monkey bars. She asks my Dad, "Who is that?" to him. He replies, "What guy?" My mother points at the top of the monkey bars, but when us three look over there, we saw...NOTHING?!

         This basically this meant that I wasn't the only one who encountered that mysterious human being, since my mother saw him as well. Pretty soon afterwards, we headed straight home. My mother and I (right now) still can't explain what happened, because a person can't appear and then disappear soon after. We have come to a conclusion that the man was my guardian angel. Crazy I know, but remember I was in huge a field, in an area that was covered with broken glass that contained alcohol. Not to mention, that I live in a Christian household and me, my mother, and my three siblings (plus my father, but he and mom are divorced) believe in God.

         The major point in this story, is that something unexplainable happened when I was two, and I'm pretty sure there are more similar stories like this in my family tree as well. However, that doesn't mean something like this won't happen to you or your loved ones, I think it CAN. Then you'll know (even if you do,) that old saying: "NOTHING IS ALWAYS WHAT AS IT SEEMS." Thus ends this narrative of mine. I hope you have enjoyed reading it and God bless.
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