I wish I could forget the time my house got robbed. I don’t even know how old I was, but I was pretty young (maybe 6?).
I remember feeling so scared for a long time after… always believing someone or something would just pop out of my closet one day. It didn’t help that I had a vivid imagination as a child and believed in monsters in my closet, monsters under my bed, and the wild things (from Where the Wild Things are).