There was once when I was about seven or eight years old my friend and I were walking along and a car stopped beside us on a rural road. There were four or five older men and women in the car and they asked where such and such road was. Just up that way, we answered. Get in and show us, they asked, so we did. I remember sitting in the back on an old man's lap with an old woman beside me who was holding my my friend. They wore old clothes and had an odd accent and kind of odd mannerisms. When we got where they wanted to go, they didn't want to let us out. I started to climb out through the window and my friend pushed the back door open and somehow we scrambled away. Thinking back on it, I'm pretty sure they were Gypsies
OMG! You were very lucky my friend. As I remember it we were all very street smart. Neither me nor my friends would ever have let a stranger approach us. I was very afraid of people I did not know. We also always ran in a pack of 5-7 kids on bikes with dogs. Everybody had a dog.
I have always had what Gavin DeBecker calls the gift of fear even when I was a kid. I still have it but now I have a gun. LOL!