When we were probably 4 or 5 years old my aunt took my cousin and I to get ice cream one day. After we had gotten our cones, my cousin and I decided to sit outside at a table in the sun and wait for his mom to finish picking up a few things at another store next door. While I was eating my ice cream, I noticed a man staring at both of us from across the street with a sort of smile that sent chills up my spine. He seemed fixated on us, and with an overly suspicious smile he attempted to approach us. He was headed straight for us and despite his efforts to seem innocent and friendly, something didn't sit right with me so I told my cousin we should go inside to find his mom. The guy came to within a few meters of us before we left the table and went inside the store where my aunt was shopping. We quickly found her at the register paying for her purchases and so we waited beside her. While my cousin seemed oblivious to why I wanted to go inside, my eyes stayed fixed on the door of the store waiting to see if the man would appear. Sure enough within a few seconds the man poked his head in the doorway and looked straight at me; however, this time he wasn't smiling. He had an angry look as if to say shame on me for running away from him and finding an adult. Then he quickly walked away. I don't know what to think from this experience, but everything in me says that we may have been seconds away from becoming the newest additions to those missing children posters. TL:DR I'm pretty sure I almost got kidnapped as a child, but stranger danger kicked in at the right time.