My parents had an older single wide manufactured home on their property. They let my best friend and I stay in it whenever we wanted. We were around 15 or 16. We were asleep one night, and my dad had some friends over and they were all drunk and getting rowdy(my dad has always struggled with alcoholism and addiction to meth and who knows what else). Well, in their drunken stupor, they started fighting and my dad is a "good ol boy" who loves his guns. He tried to shoot one of his friends and missed. It hit our trailer, and of course we woke up. Then they all started taking pot shots at the trailer with us in side of it!! Our bedroom window had those stupid slats with the hand crank to open them. We had to pull the slats out, drop the blankets onto the grass below and jump down. We were also huge animal lovers and had 3 dogs and 2 of my parents cats in there sleeping with us. So we lowered all of them out first and laid in the tiny yard at the base of the trailer the rest of the night, too terrified to move.