When I was about 8 years old, there was a big tree outside our house. One night I looked out the window and saw a tall, dark shadow moving under the tree. I was so scared that I ran to my parents and told them there was a ghost outside. My dad went outside with a flashlight to check. After a moment he started laughing. The โghostโ was actually just a white bedsheet hanging on the clothesline and moving in the wind. I felt a little embarrassed, but now itโs one of the funniest memories from my childhood.