Walking back from my child's grandparents' house I was approached by a man speaking to me. After a few seconds it transpired he wanted to know about my pushchair as he has a pregnant daughter and wanted to get a good one for her. He'd never seen my type of pushchair before.
I was suspicious as to whether this was a ploy to get closer to my handbag, which was dangling off a hook on the handles. When he tried to put his foot on the brake I had a load of thoughts shooting through my mind, front and foremost that he'd steal my purse and the next one was that he was going to grab the pushchair off me and walk away with my baby.
When we departed I breathed a sigh of relief that we were unharmed, but it didn't stop me wondering if perhaps he'd changed his mind or got scared off by something.
It's not that I think everybody wants to hurt me and mine, it's just not knowing anything about a person that makes me afraid before relaxing, rather than the other way around. What a shame :(