I see the group of kids on the street with their clip boards as they harangue passers-by to get money for some bogus cause or other (baseball team? a field trip? sure, whatever), and I cross to the other side of the street to avoid them.
They clock me doing so, and a couple try to cross back to head me off, but the traffic lights aren't with them, and they have to retreat to their side. I find myself exhilarated, heart pounding from what feels like a narrowly avoided disaster.
And I catch myself, catch this thought, and wonder if I've gotten old, that I'm almost afraid of a group of teenagers, but then I remember that I was afraid of teenagers when I was a teenager.