Your character gets up one morning and finds a little six year old girl sitting on the dock outside your house. When you approach her, she turns and looks up at you, completely silent, and you can see long white scars on her throat.
Jumping in leaf piles. If I close my eyes and think, I can still smell the smell of the wet, decaying leaves. God, I just loved jumping in leaves or hiding in a leaf pile and scaring my friends. Do kids even do that anymore?