Just a memory from childhood:

The man in the chair

Friendly but strange he sat in his yard on his lawn chair.
Most of the time they would pass him by on the way to the woods, not paying much attention to his stares, they were too excited to play hide n seek.

At 13 playing is all you have on your mind, especially in a small town.

They gave notice of his presence when he finally spoke to them one day; ‘you can play in my yard’.
They found it queer that a man of around 30 would invite them into his yard but queerer yet that he talked and spoke like a child.
They giggled and ran away, but she was plagued with curiosity.

She would wander into his yard after school, looking for him, wondering if he would come out and sit in his chair. She wanted to ask him questions;
Why do you sit in that chair?
What do you do during the day?
How old are you?
He never came out when it was just her, only the entire group.
It took months for her to convince the group to approach the man in the yard. The kids were afraid with the only reason at the time; he was different.
The final persuasion came in the form of a dare (no kid can turn that down) she invited all to participate “I dare you to go up and say hi!” She knew that out of the group she was 1 of 2 girls, the rest were boys and no boy could turn down a dare. With much confidence one of the boys took the dare and with great hesitation approached the man in the chair. Just as he got within a foot of his goal, the man spoke 'I am Brian'.