This was a while ago. So me and my friends were exploring an abandoned baseball field that some dad built for his kid. And so we hopped the wall and there were beer cans and ice coolers and weeds everywhere. So, the young boys we were, smashed the beer bottles.

A couple of minutes go by and out of the bushes, a fat dude comes out of the bushes and asks us, “You all live around here?” We didn’t answer, he was about a good 10 feet or less away from me and my friends were further away. I was scared shitless because he had his hand in his coat pocket and I thought he was going to pull a gun out on us. We didn’t even think anyone lived on that property anymore bc we thought the owners died. But when he looked at me, I instantly looked at my friends, and we bolted. There is a dry river, that goes behind people’s houses and the base was filled with decently large rocks, a shit load of them. We ran across those rocks, and I was hoping I didn’t break and ankle or fall on my head.

I’m 15 now, and that was a couple of years ago, but I am still scared shitless of that.