When I was growing up, there was a couple a street over from me. Nice area too.

Definitely made me paranoid as a kid, but I'm also incredibly paranoid of a house fire. I genuinely feel like if all my important shit burned up I'd probably unalive myself over going through the hoops to prove I'm allowed to rent an apartment.

Also still paranoid about someone breaking into my place. I've got a handful of items that are irreplaceable and not that valuable and idk if I could forgive someone for stealing it then trashing it for an easy buck or two.

I did have a drunk guy walk into my apartment and fall asleep on the floor one time in college. That was weird but funny, very obviously another student. just sorta nudged him and he went on his way.