In honor of my “baby” brother


When I was little (6 or 7 maybe?), we were living in Lilburn and I think my parents were still together at the time. Apparently I had developed a habit of locking my bedroom door, so my clever parents swapped my doorknob putting the lock on the outside. Great idea, guys! My best friend, Kelly, was over, and we were playing in my room when my little brother Adam decided to lock the door. FROM THE OUTSIDE! We were trapped! I think it was one of those turning thumb type locks, not a pop button lock, so if I had had a mini screwdriver, we would have been fine. BUT I WAS 6! And sadly my parents hadn’t bought me my first toolbox yet. I don’t remember how long we were in there, but it seemed like forever. We screamed and stomped on the floor to get someone’s attention to let us out. Of course, we’d been perfectly content to sit and play in there up until the point that we were trapped. Someone eventually freed us, but that part didn’t make quite the same impression as being locked in by my little brother.

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~ by rebeccaclaire on May 15, 2011.

3 Responses to “In honor of my “baby” brother”

  1. I do remember this. It seemed a good idea at the time. I think it ended the problem.

  2. I think a small part of you died that day. In a way, a little piece of you is still locked in that bedroom. And it always will be….

  3. Locked doors continued to feature in our lives. I remember discovering that a tiny screwdriver stuck into the outside of the knob would jamb the lock, trapping the person on the other side. Luckily, you had to have just the right technique, and I never taught it to Adam, so I was able to get my revenge. Again and again.

    Then there were the push button locks that just needed a toothpick or thick paperclip to pop. I discovered that enough scotch tape would seal the lock and keep Adam out (and furious at being thwarted). I kept a prepared wad of tape and the tape dispenser next to my door for emergencies.

    The fact that we both grew up to be as normal as we are is a testament to nature vs. nurture. 😉

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