When We Met

When I was 8, me, my brother and my parents went on a trip to Amsterdam. Me and my brother were playing on the street, but I got lost...
I was just walking on my own trough the streets in Amsterdam.
The evening came, it became dark, my parents were worried and I was still lost.
4 guys were cycling around, one of them decided to come to me. He asked why such a little child as me was walking whole alone.
I didn't know him, he was a stranger.
He looked friendly and took me home, to his parents.
Now, few years later, I am 14 and still remember that moment.
But will the guy I met still remember me?