It was the summer after third grade. I was just in front of the San Marco Basilica in Venice with my family.
I was behind them, last in line amongst a plethora of other tourists and locals.
All of a sudden, a man stood between me and my still-walking family.
He asked me something in unintelligible Italian: "do you want a toy?" I had had one euro in my pocket, and I signaled to him 'one' with my fingers and a shrug to express question.
He said yes and I received a weird blue ghost-like toy. I suddenly looked up and didn't see my family. After scrutinizing the crowd, I saw my parents on the other side of the plaza!
Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I finally caught up with them. From this moment on, I now knew to ignore strangers and to always stay beside my family. I then had a big sigh of relief, knowing I hadn't been swallowed by the masses of Venetians and fellow travelers.