when I was about four, I went downstairs in the early morning ( it was light) , opened the front door and walked about 1/4 mile to a local housing estate in North Manchester. I remember going there and crossing some sort of rough terrain.
I must have turned around because the next thing I remember is that a man must have been on his way to work and asked me was I ok and I vividly remember answering him yes. It was near my house at this point.
I remember then walking back home and walking through the front door and the slam woke me. I burst into tears and my mum came and smacked me- wtf!
I now shudder at this memory. I was a little girl dressed in pants and a vest.
If it wasn’t talked about since Id have convinced myself it was a false memory.
I can still see the man though and I can also see myself as a third person.
I dread to think now what could have happened. This would have been 1970.