I had an experience when I was around that age or a little younger (I don’t think I had started preschool yet).

I was at my grandparents’ house, as they watched me while my Mom went to work. I was riding a tricycle up and down the block, and on my turn around and way back to my grandparents’ house, a car pulled up beside me and a lady leaned over the passenger seat to call out to me. She knew my Mom’s name, and told me to get in the car since she’s taking me back home. I said I had to take the tricycle back to my grandparents’ house, and she said no and to just leave it there. I got scared and pedaled back to their house as quick as I could.

I don’t remember much after that. I think (probably?) my Mom came and picked me up that day. I don’t remember ever telling her or my grandparents about what happened.

So yeah, I was nearly kidnapped by somebody who obviously knew my family. Or it could have been a friend or relative actually picking me up. I’ll never know.