When I was about five years old, I went outside to play. My aunt was in the house watching tv and she let me out, I was walking out my door when I stepped on a snake which I thought was a stick but it kept moving around like someone rubbing it against the floor but my foot wasn’t even moving so I stood there paralyzed because I had realized what it was. I didn’t even know why there was a snake at my front door but it really scared me to death, soon I ran back inside and didn’t go out again for another three hours, I told my aunt what happened and she didn’t even seem to understand what I was saying or even trying to say. She looked at me like, what? A snake? Where? And it was like only I experienced that and something that nobody can actually understand unless it was them.