COMMENT
I was aged 11 when I came home after visiting my nan to find my home burgled and all my Christmas presents stolen.
That was one of four burglaries I've been a victim of and each time, no matter how old I was or the belongings stolen, the gut-wrenching feeling of violation was the same.
It was probably one of the most memorable, but not because the items taken were of significant value, because it was the first time I was experiencing the weird feeling of knowing someone had felt entitled to break into your home and destroy your safe space.
I remember walking into my bedroom and finding my room ransacked, empty shoeboxes and the pile of presents at the end of my bed gone.