About 2 weeks on jury duty (USA). The defendant was accused of molesting a little girl. He was the mother's boyfriend and the breadwinner of the household. They were all immigrants and a guilty verdict meant definite deportation (this was years ago).
The case was in court because the little girl, 9 at the time, had changed her story about the abuse. The mother was the first to come forward to the cops about the abuse, but then also changed her story. We started the trial hearing the prosecutors reading all the original interviews with the witnesses. Then we ended the trial with all of the witnesses (and the accused) being interviewed in front of us jurors.
We had to decide the truth. What happened to this little girl? I took notes. You can't talk to the other jurors about the trial until the end when you have to make the decision. So I was trying to be diligent and unbiased and come to this very murky conclusion on my own with enough evidence to swing other jurors to my side if need be. It became clear to me that the statements made upon the arrest were concise and corroborated, and the statements made on the stand were awkward and contradictory.
The time came. We were ushered into the deliberation room to do what we came there to do. Someone who has done the juror thing before started with "okay, show of hands so that we can get going, who thinks he is guilty?" Everyone raised hands in unison. I thought I would have to convince people of his guilt with a heroic string of logic and it turns out everyone saw through the bullshit.
Putting the girl on the stand sealed it. Those of us with kids or that had experience with kids knew she'd been coerced. It strongly reinforced the concept of trial-by-your-peers, that due process was integral to the functioning of society, that justice was attainable. I hope she and her mom found some sort of peace and that she's healthy and happy.
I get called for jury duty all the time but have not served since then.