This one comes from my early childhood. I was around 6-7 years old. It was fresh winter day back in Latvia. Me & my mom were taking tram from the town to home, what was around 30 min drive with tram. My mom was wearing black long coat and black trilby hat & black leather gloves. One word saying - woman in black. What I was wearing, have no idea, it doesn't really matters in this story. However, it came our time to get out of the tram, and we started to move towards doors. Tram was really crowded, as it is end of the working day, everyone goes home. Trams towards town runs empty one after one, but trams in opposite direction are full and feels like goes with a speed of snail. Dozens of people gets in and out at every stop. So we had to leave our seats quite early before our stop. Otherwise we may not be able get out of tram. My mom took my hand to not lose me in the crowd. What is quite easy to do, people are very frustrated and tired after long day at work or studies, so no one really cares about other problems, and don't even pay attention to some small kid who maybe lost his mom. However, we did made our way to exit doors, but while we were moving, my moms hat almost fell down, so she let go my hand and tried to fix hers hat. I didn't paid a lot of attention to that move. So in a short moment I saw again some hand what was wearing black leather glove and I didn't thought much and I grabbed it. At the same moment I had to face with some old man's surpised face. He threw my hand away and whispered something what I did not even hear. Maybe better, have bad feeling that it was not anything nice. That moment I was so scared and confused. Where is my mom? And I did not had time to look for my mom when all the crowd what was waiting for tram stop started to move out of it. I was literally pushed out with all crowd, seems no one even didn't notice that in the middle was little boy. When I was thrown on the tram platform and people crowd was scattered, I happily saw my mom. This stays in my memory really strong. Everything is good what ends well! Happy End.