When I was little, maybe 7 or 8, I answered a phone call and it was some creepy old guy. I don't remember how the call started, but I remember him asking if I was alone, and I said yes because my dad was outside working in the garage and I considered myself alone even though it was just in the house, and then he said "You know what I want to do? I want to pull your panties down." And I hung up FAST. But I never told anyone about it.

Now I know that the call could've be redialed and at the very least the guy could've been told off to high hell, but in the mind of an 8 year old it was confusing and somehow my own fault for staying on the phone with the creep.

I have literally never told anyone that, I don't know why.