Who Would Have Thought?

I was very close to my grandparents at the time and may I say very young. They were on my father’s side of the family and had taken care of me when my parents were off to work. I love them both very much and was so attached to them (both physically and mentally). I would always grab hold of their arms/hands and it would always give me some type of comfort. Going back to the main point, my close family and relatives were all going to this festival (similar to Six Flags) and of course I went too. Then I got lost like a typical child I was. I saw someone at the time, they must have had a similar back to my grandpa because I went over to this stranger and started to grab hold of his arm and gave it a large bear hug! I didn’t realize it wasn’t actually him until I saw that his arm had in fact, tattoos at the top. There isn’t much to the story except that I didn’t get kidnapped and the stranger was very polite in accepting my apologies. If you remember me, hi?