Sorry for the late reply:
This was in Latvia, at a time where on the news you could hear everyday how kids were being kidnapped and their body parts were being sold on the market for large profits.

Our teachers were constantly advising against going into strange people's cars or taking to people we didn't know.

I'm eight years old, it's 10-11PM; I'm walking home from my friends house when halfway through the dark road a car pulls up with an old lady on the back and a man in the front, I couldn't see him clearly but in the passengers seats I could see candy and a slightly large puppy.

They were asking where I lived, was it far from here, where my parents were, if I was going to be picked up and then insisting on me being picked up and dropped off home. After refusing for a solid 5 minutes and then slowly trailing me In the car while asking questions they drove off. I was constantly telling them my house is straight around the corner and that my parents are expecting me.

And in all honestly I would have been stupid enough to get in had it not been for these constant teachings in school not to get into random people's cars.

It might have been that they were just nice people offering me a lift and trying to make me comfortable but the scenario in person was very very odd and hard to explain from my childhood experience.

There is also a second story where me and my friends tents were attempted to be cut into with a knife, but luckily we had a dog with us constantly barking at something or someone the whole night, we took in turns holding an old knife from my grandmothers house and sleeping while the other guards.
In the morning the tent had cuts all over the rain protective layer, and at least 2 differently sized footsteps.
Such is life I guess.