When i was around 10, mom and I went to her hometown for the summer. There was this girl who was also 10 and we were friends and we played all day. We would climb mountains, play with mud etc.. One day we went quite far from home again, went up some hills. Eventually got lost. It was around 5-6pm but time doesn’t matter when you’re lost.

Trying to find the way back, a man on his horse appeared. He looked like he didn’t belong in that village at all. Asked our names and where we lived. Told him that we are lost and he offered to take us home with his horse. One of us sat behind him and the other sat in front of him. Shortly after he was in my grandma’s garden. So the garden and the house door was about 10 meters apart. My mom and grandma and aunts were sitting outside the front door and chatting. We got off the horse, said thank you and he looked at the door and he left. There is absolutely no way that no one saw him because I saw my aunts and my mom looking at me and my friend.

So me and my friend started chatting with my mom and she asked what we did today. We told her about the mountains and how we got lost but then the man who brought us home found us. They all went like “what?” And we said, you know you saw the guy on the horse, he found us and brought us here.

They denied it. Asked them multiple times over the years and my friend was there to back me up and they didn’t believe us at all.

They insisted that, I and my friend went down the hill and came to the garden and to the porch right away. But we both know that we went down the hill on a horse and got off from the horse and talked to the guy for like 15-20 seconds and then we went to the porch.

My friend still remembers it and she still doesn’t understand what the hell that was about.