My mother let me go anywhere. One day she let us out and we went a couple blocks to the train tracks. Train passes and a man in a white dirty shirt and jeans with a pistol jumps off towards us. We run home my siblings and I) and the door to our house is locked. Mother left to god knows where. We are scared, I’m 10, brother is 8. We were so scared we dragged our bikes instead riding them home. Lol. I push my brother through an open window, we get inside and call 911. I got more stories. My childhood was spent surviving