One of the most heart-racing and looking back, stupid experiences I've had was when I was sixteen. I was visiting my sister in San Francisco and I made a solo trip to Berkeley(Where I had been many times when my sister attended there) and was going to make a pit-stop at the Ikea in Emeryville before Berkeley. Well I missed the stop I was going to get off at and decided to get off at the next one. The only problem was this was when I realized I was on the wrong bus all-together and was now in Oakland. Well I didn't know how far from the Ikea I was but since I could see the two tall hotels next to it I figured I would just walk. I ended up walking for about an hour, three miles to the Ikea through a neighborhood one could call "sketchy". I knew five minutes into the walk it was a bad idea but I felt too stupid to turn around and also didn't want to give the people who I passed the idea that I didn't know where I was going. So I walked and walked getting increasingly creeped out by the things guys were saying from there porches including: "what's your name? it must be Elizabeth or something fancy like that. Why won't you tell me your name? Come back here don't you want to talk to us" stuff like that. Its not that I was really scared at the time, I wasn't really, I was too confident in my independence to be. Its that looking back I realize how stupid it is to walk through a bad neighborhood you don't know, alone. I know thats a pretty sorry excuse for a "scary" story but the truly scary/frightening things of my life are serious and I don't feel I need to tell everyone and when I tried I physically couldn't write about them...
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