I remember being a little kid in Canada and at some point getting attacked by a teenager on his BMX bicycle, while sitting in a sandbox. My mom was present on a park bench near by, but didn't notice any of it happening.

In case I have told this story before in an older episode, I'm really sorry. But I just don't remember anymore. I do get some flashbacks of that time, with all the pain and panic I had of the attack, including gasping for air. But for many years this memory just got hidden perhaps by my subconscious.

Interesting story, maybe you will like it :-)