Hello, hello, hello, hello, everybody. Welcome back to Storytime with Rob.

I hope everybody is having a good week. It is, oh, Thursday right now, so it is almost Friday. Thank God.

I am ready for the weekend. I'm ready to have some drinks and some hanging out and all that good stuff.

So I hope everybody's doing great.

If you are just now listening

to this, if it's your first time I'm ever listening,

this is called Storytime with Rob, where I just

sit back. And we just

listen to some

old stories like it's by the fire pit at the campground.

You just can't listen to them.

You tell the story, so let's get into it.

All right, guys. Okay, so this happened when I was around nine years old.

I'm 25 now, and it's something I'll never forget.

And it gives me goosebumps to this day.

I lived in a terraced house, its four houses combined, and my neighbors and I each have our own

little patio. There's a small road 10 meters from my yard where people do their Sunday walks and so on.

Only a small fence separates my yard and patio from that road. I live in a pretty crowded area with several of these terraced houses spread around in my neighborhood,

so seeing people walking on that road is pretty normal for me.

Seeing random people standing on my patio is not.

When I was nine, I usually got home from school about an hour before my mom got home from work.

I live maybe 50 meters away from school, so my mom figured I was mature enough to be at home alone for an hour before she got home.

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