When I was 6, some kids stole my brother's key and broke into our apartment and stole all of our NES games. We ended up rebuilding our collection but I still wonder who the little shits were that stole those games. After that, I had frequent dreams about being in that apartment alone while dangerous people/monsters/whatever would break in.
A couple of years ago we were in a hit and run at a red light. There's a really tight turn and an oncoming truck bounced off of the curb and hit us head on, then ran. I was alright but my mom suffered a slipped disk. The lady in the car behind us saw the whole thing and got the license plate, the cops caught the guy parked in his driveway 2 hours later.
Another accident that happened to us when I was in 5th grade. My mom just picked me up after school and we stopped at a stop sign at the end of the street when a woman ran into us from behind. She did a lot of crying and said she wasn't paying attention. We ended up going to court, but my mom didn't want me to go because she said I was too young. She told me that the lady almost got away with it (which is a crime in and of itself) because her smarmy lawyer made my mom out to be bad guy even though we got rammed at a stop sign on the same street as the school...
We have a shed in our backyard but we don't keep anything valuable in there, just a bunch of junk. A beat up mattress, old toys no one's played with in years, a tape recorder with broken buttons and an old microwave that smells like it's going to explode when you turn it on, among other things. In 10th grade, I came home from school to find the shed door ripped wide open and a trail of junk in the grass leading towards the street. Guess the joke was on them!