Well, it's happened. My parents changed the locks on me. They got a new deadbolt since the old one was being testy. But my mom was nice enough to tell me to just ring the doorbell when I get home, instead of trying my key for who knows how long before I realize it doesn't work.
This brings to mind some childhood memories of getting locked out of the house. I'd walk home from elementary school but couldn't get inside. I don't remember if it was because I forgot my key (a likely possibility considering who we're talking about), or because it was the middle of the winter and the lock refused to take my key. I think the latter was the case at least a few times, because I remember shivering in the cold, waiting for my mom to get home.
Later on in my childhood, when it was both my brother and me, we got a little wiser and would crawl in through a window. With age comes wisdom... hopefully.
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I got locked out of the house a lot. Usually when no one was home and wasn't going to be for some time. I'd run over to my bestfriend's house. Invariably my mom would freak out that she didn't know that I was - without ever checking the answering machine to listen for messages explaining my absence. I always left messages. She never listened.
Ah... Adults. They never listen.
:)
Can you say, "Child protective agency"????
I think I'm going to turn your parents in!
Come on. Doesn't this happen to every child at least once? It builds character! Maybe I should have been locked out more than I was...
I'm with Emily - I think that getting locked out is a childhood rite of passage. I definitely remember climbing through the window on several occasions.
It builds character!
I don't know about character, but sometimes the old lady two doors down would invite my sister and I in and give us soda and cookies.
One of our friends' moms had a habit of dropping us off at the house without waiting to see if we could get in. This was before my bestfriend lived within walking distance,so we visited our neighbor's instead (my mother would have been less embarressed if we'd huddled outside the door - but that never stopped us).
There was a time when my grandparents locked themselves out of their house when our family was visiting them. Because I was the smallest, we broke in through a basement window and I had to find my way through the dark, dirty Michigan basement to the stairs and open the door for everyone. It was actually kinda fun. (I was only like 4 or 5 years old)
Ken, I'm glad you've had a lock-out experience, too. But for an experience to actually count in my poll, you must have been locked out of your own home when no one was home for at least a few minutes. Capiche? I like being difficult.
I never seemed to have this problem, mainly because my parents never locked the house. I guess they figured if someone was going to break in they would do it locked door or not. Who knows?
Like Miranda, my parents never locked the house. If they did, I climbed through the almost-always-open window. This is probably why I'm particularly bad about remembering keys. I can't count the number of times that I've locked myself out of my apartment/house. Once, I got a friend's brother to B and E for me, once, an ex-boyfriend got me in. Usually, I have to be innovative. Like running to walmart at midnight for a ladder to pose against the balcony, praying it doesn't slip in the snow, that no one sees me and that I set it up right and didn't inexplicably lock my balcony door, so I can climb up and get in. And then return the ladder, of course.
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