StoryTime: Same Car Type..Wrong License Plate :S

          Helloooo curious readers. I'll be starting my new series today :D To be honest, I'm not "thrilled" to write a blog post. It is more-so a chore than an interest atm. But hopefully, these posts will change my mood. Also, I just wanted to say how grateful I am for you, my viewers. From looking at my stats in these past 2 weeks, I've noticed that I got a significant amount of viewers...or so I think. My biggest accomplishment so far is reaching 50 views in the matter of 4 days! It may not seem a lot to you, but 12.5 views per day is pretty good, if you ask me. And...hopefully, you viewers are trolling me by refreshing the page, because that means that my fan base is not as big as I think D;
         Anyways, onto the story~
         *Okay, for the record, this happened when I was in either grades 3 or 4. I can't exactly remember, but it doesn't make too much of a difference. The only reason why I'm telling you guys this is because once the story is over, you'd know why it happened: because I was young. :P
        Lets begin:
        I think the day may have been Tuesday, but I'm not quite sure. All I know is that it was my dad's day off from work. Since I live a good 6 blocks away from the school, he normally drives my brother and I home on the days that he is available. Our car at the time, was nothing special. It was a Toyota Corolla, I believe.
        So, I'm at school and we do work, go out for recess, blah, blah. Next thing we know, it is the end of the school day! Hurray! As I head outside, my first instinct is to look for my dad's car because it is his day off. I'm walking next to the fence to identify the car type and then the license plate. I'm browsing all of the cars, when, BAM. There it is...or so I think.
           So, I obediently head towards the car. I open the door, take a seat and then shut the door. I think I was also about to put on my seatbelt, when at this time, the driver turns around. At this moment, I'm expecting to see my dad, but, noooooooooo. This Asian man, about the same age as my dad, turns around and stares at me, smiling.
         (LOL. I feel like I just described some pedophile xP. But no, he wasn't actually that creepy. He was just your average, smiley man.)
         Anyways, I'm not sure if he said anything, but after he turned around, all I remember doing was possibly murmuring a, "sorry...", and proceeded to heading out of the car. To this day, I still remember it very precisely o.o I even know who the man's daughter is because she was in the same class and grade as me. I don't think he ever told his daughter because he doesn't know me and I don't think I ever told my parents either, because then my brother would've known, which he doesn't because I just told him recently and he sounded surprised and called me a retard -________- (...I'll try to stop rambling now.)
        IN MY DEFENSE, I was like 8 or 9, OKAY? We all make mistakes and my mistake was that I didn't check the license plate careful enough. I SWEAR I saw my dad's license plate on that car!
        Anyways, I'm glad that that only happened once and it didn't occur with an ACTUAL pedophile, because for all I know, the driver could have drove off to who knows where D; Also, as a side note, I don't actually remember if my dad came that day to pick us up....o.o
        However, I am safe and that is good :D I think that after this story, I will probably be sharing some of my "retarded - mistakes", as my brother would most likely put it. Anyways, I hope that my storytelling wasn't too horrible and that you followed along quite smoothly. As for now, I'll talk to you soon..? :P
Bye.

Bloomed -> Blooming~
-Melanie