This isn't related to this post, but I thought I should share:

I remember my sister was four when we went out to play in the street one winter afternoon. We saw a man pass by and he had his whole face covered by three different layers of clothes(honestly, now that I think about it, I wonder how did he see where he was going) literally none of his face was visible. He was wearing a large bag and my sister ran past him, inside our home screaming: "MOM! MOM! A MUMMY KIDNAPPER!" The poor guy just looked at us once and hurried away(probably thinking we were creeps) I was 9 then and wasn't as stupid so I kept on playing alone. Minutes later, mum came out to tell me that I had to come inside because my sister was crying rivers. Turned out she thought that the "mummy" had kidnapped me and taken me away. That was the only day she was happy af to see me