I remember very little from when I was little, but I do vividly recall the sensation of reality dropping out from under me the time I followed my family out of church (thank goodness we were all leaving the same building at the same time) -- then suddenly they turn around and OMG IT'S NOT THEM!!!???
Speaking of childhood freakouts, I have a very very strange story from one of my family's first Disney World trips that I can really remember. We stayed in the then-Lake Buena Vista Palace, and we spent a morning in the then-Disney Village Marketplace. Now, the Marketplace had a play area that my sister and I happily made a beeline for and mom and dad asked us if we'd be fine and then left us there to shop. The play area can be seen in
this Walt Dated World page. The author of the webpage theorizes that the play structure was "most likely taken out due to liability reasons".
This is the story of such a liability. But maybe not the kind of story you'd expect.
So I'm playing and having a grand old time, then I decide to leave the structure to stretch my legs a bit, happily oblivious to the utter (er) poo-storm that I was about to wander into. Now remember, I was about seven years old when this happened, but I was also kind of tall. It is entirely possible that she thought I was much older than I was when she ran up to me, because the out-of-ruttin'-nowhere hysterical angry mother obviously did not expect to be speaking with a terrified child. Our conversation went like this:
Hysterical Angry Mother:

"OMG MY BABY!!! HE WENT INTO THE SLIDE THING!!! YOU JUST WALKED AWAY FROM THAT SLIDE THING YOU NEED TO HELP ME FIND MY BABY!!!"
Me: (As any young child who suddenly has a complete stranger screaming at them would.)

Hysterical Angry Mother:

"WHAT THE **** IS WRONG WITH YOU DO YOU NOT SPEAK ENGLISH HELP ME FIND MY BABY!!!!!"
Me:
What happened immediately after this is a huge blur, but I'm pretty sure I ran the heck away and hid from this woman who was clearly mad but also I felt bad for her but ALSO I was a child what the heck was I supposed to do? I hid for what my seven-year-old brain with it's messed-up sense of time must have felt was long enough, then made my way back to the play structure hoping mom and dad were back by then. They were not, but what I saw instead is burned into my mind.
Hysterical Angry Mom has found her "baby", who is actually a kid of about the age where they will race towards a playground/toy store/candy aisle with the unerring and single-minded determination of a greyhound chasing a rabbit. She probably "lost" him by taking her eyes off him for a split-second when they got within line-of-sight of the play structure (thank goodness the Boneyard or the infamous Toontown hedge maze wasn't open yet). She hysterically thanks everyone who presumably pointed out that the play structure has one entrance and one exit. She then turns and walks right up to my astonished seven-year-old face and says,
Hysterical Angry Mother:

"And YOU are a JERK!!!" (Walks away not giving a poo that she has just traumatized a seven-year-old girl during her trip to Disney World.)
Me:
Didn't tell my parents or my sister what had happened because I didn't even understand what the heck had just happened. This has weighed heavy on my mind for ages and I thank you all for letting me finally vent it.