I remember being stalked when I was 9 years old.

I remember this clearly, and I remember being terrified. A man in a black sedan would park outside of my house after I returned home from school via bus. My mom was still at work. I would watch the car through the window, terrified. I never called or told anyone though -- for some reason, I thought it would be embarrassing.

This happened for about three weeks, then one day he got out of the car and rung the doorbell. I hid in the bathroom, he eventually left, and I never saw him or the car again.

I was terrified for two months, then blocked it out entirely. I remembered it again a few years ago. I think about it every now and then.