When I was about eight, I was playing in my backyard. An SUV rolled to a stop near the kitchen garden area. The people inside the car started asking me where to find different places around town. I told them I didn’t know.

They asked me to come closer to the car.

I wouldn’t.

They demanded I come closer so they could “show me something”.

I shook my head no and backed away.

They drove away when they saw my mom stepping outside to find me. Only a few years ago I realized that they would have kidnapped me if I had approached the car.

Teach your children: Adults never ask kids for help.