When I was 12 or so I and my mom were kicked out of my childhood home by my stepdad and forced to live with a friend down the street. I was only given about 5 mins to get all my stuff before being forced to leave. After about 3 weeks I decided I wanted my stuff back, so I broke into the garage, got out the ladder and climbed onto the roof and snuck into the upper bedroom window. I grabbed some stuff from my room but as I was climbing off the roof to leave, my stepdad pulled into the driveway. I’ve never been so terrified in my entire life. I’m not sure if ever mentioned this to anyone or if he ever talked about it in the court battle that was forthcoming over my little brother, but I’ve never told anybody about this and it feels good to get it off my chest