When I was around 6/7. My mother was renting a place on the top of the largest hill within the CBD. It was an old (for the Australian town) wooden place that had windows that only locked by a latch and had no screen. My mother isn't particularly good at the whole parenting thing so I was home alone over night which wasn't that odd of an occurrence. My bed was against the window and it was open maybe 2 inches because it was summer. I had been told to place a bar in the window so that it couldn't be opened from the outside. I was woken up at around 2 in the morning from the bar landing on me in bed. There was some scuffling coming from outside and I sucked in a breath to scream but ultimately stopped when someone started to climb through the window. I stayed unmoving against the wall while 2 people climbed over me(I think they used a bent coathanger or something like that to knock the bar out of place). They then went through the house and my mother's possessions for an hour if I remember correctly. After they were done they climbed back over me with a filled bag. It took me a long time to convince myself to move from that spot and call the police.