Being home alone is nothing like the movie says it is. When I first came home to an empty house, I thought yes! no annoying parents, no sister to cry her way into the run of the television!. However it was only after I'd grown out of babysitting, I realised...I haven't grown out of babysitting?!. For the hour I was alone after I got home from school that day, I was absolutely bricking it. Every noise was another flinch and for that whole hour i didn't move out of that spot on the sofa. I was scared, without any hassle, never mind with some lunatic trying to break in. Now the movie says that if you're getting burgled, as long as you've got a 12 year old child in the house with unlimited tools, your house is safe. I don't know about you but the first place I was going if the house was burgled that day, or any other day for that matter, is out the nearest exit (if the exits are blocked I'm going for my baseball bat). As opposed to Macaulay Culkin who would ready himself with the nearest blowtorch (obviously). Call me a coward but I'd rather live.
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