Your Childhood Neighborhood

As the old man approached my friends and me, I noticed he was a little gibberish and shaky. I was wondering why he was walking up to us, he looked like if he was in trouble. If you could see how he looked, he was wearing a torn shirt, ripped jeans, and also was barefoot. I wanted to ask him if there was anything I could do to help him, but he answered back with a no. He continued to walk around, walking up to people just staring at them.
I got on my bicycle and went riding around threw the park to see what all was happening. For some time now I didn't really see the guy anymore, could it be that he found somewhere to be or to go. I continued to go threw the park looking for him, I still wondered about him and why he was just so paranoid. As it was getting dark I decided it was time for me to go home, on my way home I noticed someone from a far distance. It was the guy that had came up to me.
I just kept staring, knowing that he could tell that i was looking towards him. I got home and went straight to my room. I went to lay down on my bed and tried to get some rest. As I was barely getting up I heard something fall. I grabbed my flashlight and went outside to see what it was. As paranoid as I was already I thought it could have been the stranger. I mean who would be out at 2am in the morning. I stood behind the car trying to see who it was.
All I could see was some one wearing all black, think it could have been a robber. I shined the light on him and unable to control my scream I yelled. The guy came running up to me saying "Whats wrong!". I took off running in towards the front door. For it being dark I could not see where I was going, I had tripped over a tool box hitting my head on the concrete. When I gained my memory back everything was blurry, seeing the shadow above me it started to get clear.
If you where wondering who it could have been, it was kind of mysterious. It turned out to be my dad taking out the trash at this time.