This was in 1998, I was five and my brother was two, we'd just moved to a house in a village with our parents. I remember we were outside. My Mom was pregnant with our little sister at the time, so she was just sitting and resting her legs on a chair, sunbathing while me and my brother played around in the yard. It was late summer, and there were loads of flowers near the road. I convinced my brother to come with me so we could pick a bouquet and give to our mom, he thought it was a great idea and happily ran out to the flowers and started picking the ones he liked best. I walked a few steps behind him and also picked out the flowers that I liked and had started to assemble a bouquet when I heard a voice behind me. I turn around and look up, to see a man with a big white beard, smiling widely towards me and my brother. I was raised to be polite towards people, so when he said hello I answered with a hello back. I continued to assemble the flowers. The man then told me that he'd been looking for me and my brother, because his wife had told him to bring home two children just like us. She had bought too much ice-cream and didn't know what to do with it. I might have been raised to be polite, but I wasn't a naive child and was pretty cocky as well. I replied to him, saying he was lying and that he needed to get the away from us. I just felt there was something fishy about him. He then started to get more physical and was trying to usher me and my brother towards his bike. Before I could fully realize what is happening, he tried to lift up my brother up and put him on his bike. My brother screams out in fear, while I stepped between them and yelled loudly, NO. My mom then heard the commotion, stood up from her chair and yelled towards the man, asked what the hell he thought he was doing. The man faced me, smirked and ran to his bike, speeding away from there as quickly as he could. My mom then came down to us, trying to calm my little brother who was now crying and frozen in fear. Me... I was just pissed. I didn't fully grasp what he was trying to do until a few years later. When I was around 11 years old a man was trying to take my ice-cream at a gas station in a joking way. I thought that something was off about him. My mother then came and pulled me away from him. When we were in the car she asked me if I remembered the time that a man almost kidnapped me and my brother. I remembered it very well… This is when I finally realized what I was a part of, and what it could have turned into… 6 years ago, I was a sophomore in high school. My high school was about a ten-fifteen minute walk every morning. Most of the time I had to leave at about 6:30 AM to get there at 7AM if I wanted to get through security and still make it to class on time. It was early in the school year around October or November. I was getting ready to leave my house when I saw my aunt struggling to take the laundry bags outside. We were renting a house at the time and the nearest Laundromat was about a block away. I figured I had enough time to help her load the laundry cart and as she was getting ready to leave, I gave her a hug and walked in the other direction. That’s when I saw him. He was huge. Holding some sort of a duffel bag.. He was almost six feet tall, wide built and wore a hat, a grey jacket, blue jeans, and sneakers. He stood about fifteen feet away from me. I remember locking my gate and walking toward his direction, making sure not to make eye contact. I did this when I walked by any male. I have this defensive nature due to my past experiences. Suddenly he dropped his duffel bag, outstretched his arms like he was waiting for me to run into them, and said “give me a hug, baby girl. You look so good.” I turned around and looked at my aunt who thankfully had not left yet. She asked me if I knew this man. When I said no, she told me to get into the house immediately. I turned around and bolted to my front door. As I did, so did he. He almost caught me by the back of my shirt when my aunt and I forced the door shut. I felt both adrenaline and fear running through me like I’v never felt before. The man started banging on the door with both of his fists, yelling: “Next time mommy won’t save you. I know where you live. I’ll be back, I’ll get you.” My aunt called the cops while all of this was happening. After about a minute or two the man grunted, took our laundry that my aunt had left outside, and ran away. After some time, we realized he took it halfway down the block, opened the bags, and dumped some of the clothes in the middle of the street. I’m not sure why he did this.. but finding a pile of your clothes in the middle of the street is very unsettling. The cops took about half an hour to get to me, which I thought was ridiculous since they were less than two minutes away. They took my statement, but told me that it wasn’t much help. I made sure to be dropped off at school for some time after this incident.. I often replay the same entire morning in my head.. Every few months or so.. Thank god my aunt was there.. Had she not been there, I wouldn’t have been able to get the door open in time. What could have happened after that, I don’t want to know..