What\'s the worst experience you\'ve had in your hometown?

I don\'t remember exactly how old I was, but it was someday when I visited my fourth aunt\'s house. After we had a great time, my family and I prepared to go home. Before my parents and my sister came out, I went to the elevator first. But no matter how long I waited for the elevator to arrive and my family to come out, they didn\'t. So I decided to use stairs to go down to the first floor. But it was 19th floor. I stepped down again and again but it never ended. I was so nervous because I didn\'t know what should I do. I cannot go upward, and even don\'t know how to go out to take the elevator in the middle. I don\'t know how could I rescued but it\'s still vivid when I met my father. I cried only then when I was hugged by my father. The emotion that I felt at that time might be the maximum of the fear. Actually I wet my pants a little. Now that I think about it, I wonder how scared the child must have been. This story is still talke about occasionally among my family.