I was held at gunpoint when I was seven years old. It happened at our family owned furniture store.
Spoiler alert: I lived. Which now that you know the ending, kinda makes it not worth reading.
But there’s this phenomenon when people hear you have experienced something that involves fear, terror, or panic they want to know all about it sucking on your every word. Why? Because people are bored and your story is an espresso shot to their ordinary bland day.