This happened when I was in 4th, or 5th grade.

My family and I were walking to my grandpa's house cause at the time we didn't have a car. It was a far walk so we had to take the bus. My little brother and I would always try to be the first one's at the bus stop. We were running, but my brother stopped and went back to my mom and kept running. I stopped and turned around to see how far I ran. A random car pulled up next to me and I looked and it was a guy with a bandana around his head and he had tattoos on his arms and he just stared at me. I heard police sirens and then the guy sped off. I was confused as to what was happening at the time, but now I'm aware that something bad could have happened to me, if it weren't for the sirens.