When I was 11 or 12 my house was robbed. With me in it.
My parents left me at home with my younger brother and sister while they ran out to the grocery store on a Saturday afternoon.
My brother, sister and I were playing on our playroom when we heard a knock at our mudroom door. I ran to the window a looked down.
I didn't recognize this man so I stayed put- hoping that he would walk away.
He continued to knock.
Then he started yelling. Anyone home? Where are you? Knocking repeatedly.
I whispered for my brother and sister to hide underneath my bed immediately.
Seconds later, I watched the man turn the door knob and walk into my house.
I ran under the bed. I must have made some noise because after a few minutes the man ran out of the house. Taking 1200 dollars worth of brand new hockey equipment with him.
To this day, I try to lock my house doors, especially when I'm in it.