My almost-kidnapping

This is when I was about 12. Being that age, of course I had braces which were just a pain in the ass. My dad had taken me to the dentist one day after school and my brother and I were both getting our braces tightened. After the deed was done i was in a lot of pain, and knowing me, I was just trooper. Once the dentist let me go, I promptly marched outside and waited to go home by the car. I was sitting down on the side of the car in front of the passengers door , pouting and huffing and puffing and what not. I was playing with some little rocks to occupy myself when I hear the door to the building open and my dad yelling and screaming . “What the fuck do you think you’re doing ?!” I shot up, thinking that my dad was yelling at me for something , but I realised to my horror that wasn’t the case. When I looked up, a homeless man in his early seventies booked it down the street. My dad quickly rushed over and grabbed me by the collar, scolding me and saying that if weren’t there I would’ve been gone.

I was the creepy kid

When I was a kid, I’d scare my mom by waking her up in the middle of the night when I was scared. But I noticed that she’d get startled when I woke her up, so I started to debate whether or not I should wake her up. While I was deciding, I would stand there, in her doorway. Look at the darkness behind me, then look at my mom. Sometimes my mom would wake up and see me in her doorway. A little silhouette of a boy. She’d sit up quickly and ask if it was me or not and sometimes I’d be too scared to answer and that would freak her out more.

Looking back at it, I would have shit my pants if I were my mom.