As the old man approached my friends and me the wind all of a sudden picked up. We started to turn around and walk the other direction but all of a sudden we heard the old man say " Hey you kids." We came to sudden stop. When we turned around there stood a old man that was wearing a beat down blue shirt, some basketball shorts, and had no shoes. It was odd that he was barefoot one of the dirtiest streets in Childress. He asked what we were doing in the middle of the street, but before we had time to reply he said to get over there by the side walk. So as a respectful little boy i grabbed my bicycle and pushed it off to the side of the road.
So there we were standing about a block away from my house wondering what the old man had to say that was so important that he had to interrupt our play time. We were kind of nervous because we didn't know the old man. When everyone had made there way safely to the sidewalk. He approached us with a very disturbed look on his face. He had us line up shoulder to shoulder in a perfect straight line. He paced back and forth from end to end, he stared at us looking us up head to toe. Then all of a sudden he noticed that my friend Patrick had a back pack on. He told Patrick to give him the back pack, but before Patrick could ask why, the old man shouted "Now!".
Patrick took off the back pack and handed it to the old man. As soon as Pat handed him the bag we took off like a bullet shot out of a gun. Everyone made it except Patrick, because as he took off the old man had caught him by the arm and asked " Where do you think your going?". The rest of us had ran around the block and was hiding in the alley watching to see what he was going to do to Patrick. The old man starting going through the backpack like he had lost something in there. All that was in there was a flashlight, shorts, and some deodorant. The old man was acting gibberish. As soon as the old man turned around to set the back pack down Pat took off. He headed to his house, where we met him. We had to take the back way there because the old man was still there. We told Patrick's mom about what happened to us. So she called the police to take care of the problem. The Old Man was arrested, and from that day forward we knew not to ever talk to strangers.