Well when I was three or four I was at SeaWorld with my parents and my grandmother (possibly others, I forget, this is all supplied from what my parents told me because I don't remember it very well at all). We were in the kid area and I was going down the slide over and over and over again. My grandmother went to the bathroom. Apparently something caught my eye and I ran off into the crowd. I was missing for about 20 minutes before a park guy walked up to my parents. I was holding his hand like it was nothing. My mom worries about my trusting nature back then - that park guy could have been anyone else - a serial killer or a pedophile or <insert terrible awful person here>.

Not so sure about nowadays. My instinct is to take things at face value, maybe make a few judgements in my head, but it usually takes time for me to start questioning. I joke that, during an interview or talk or whatever when they say, "Do you have any questions for us?" I reply, "I'm sure I'll think of one when I'm halfway home and can't do anything about it." But anyway, unless they're acting really sketchy or I've had some kind of forewarning that put me on my guard ahead of time, I tend to be fairly trusting I guess.