answer:Sure I did. Two instances come to mind: I think I was 13 when I was asked to baby sit an infant. It was my first time babysitting anything at all. We only had cloth-and-pin diapers then. I was changing the baby’s diaper, when, to my horror, she started screaming and a spot of blood appeared on her cheek. I’d left the open diaper pin in her reach. Her hand touched it and she reflexively gripped it and instinctively moved it toward her mouth. :( The second time I was 14. It was night time and I was on the phone with my boyfriend, and I heard some sort of noise at the back door (BTK had just hit his first victims in Wichita and it was all over the news.) I put the phone down and barely cracked the door…and the door came BUSTING open and this freaking ST BERNARD DOG JUMPED ON ME!!!! Scared the living shit out of me. The people who I was babysitting for didn’t have a dog. I finally realized it was “Saint,” a dog who lived next door to me. The house I was babysitting at was just up the road from my house, within easy, peasy walking distance…maybe a block, block and a half. I guess the goof had come to check on me. Who knows. Maybe BTK was lurking about and Saint rescued me. Ew. I baby sat 3 or 4 times and I remember once when the parents, who were friends of my mom and dad’s, came home and the dad, who was drunk, insisted on driving me home. It confused me but I said OK. We got in the car, he pulled around this curve that left all the houses briefly out of sight, and started trying to kiss me. I jumped out of the car and ran home. Never said anything to my parents.)