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  • One beautiful fall day Mom took us outside to play like we did on most days weather permitting. After an hour we started getting hungry for lunch so we headed back upstairs to our second floor apartment. While Mom made lunch Sis and I went to the bathroom. That’s when the day took a turn, an ADVENTURE!

    When lunch was ready Mom noticed it was real quiet, too quiet. She went to investigate and discovered we were still in the bathroom, door shut. Sis was 2 at the time and I was 1 year old. Mom turned the handle and it was locked! She spoke through the door telling us to unlock the door. I was not tall enough to reach the lever, so Sis tried but could not slide the lever to the open position, seems it was easier to lock than unlock. At first we didn’t mind being locked in, we had our bath tub toys to play with, it wasn’t so bad. But later, we did mind. Mom sat down on the floor wondering what to do and kept talking to us like everything was fine.

    Dad wasn’t due home from work for several hours and his brother and sister both worked. Mom was from England and had no family in the U.S. to contact. Being a new U.S. citizen for only a couple of years, she had not yet made any close friends in the states. Besides, even if she did we had no phone.

    While sitting on the floor Mom recalled the lady across the hallway having a tool box. She told us she’d be right back and she was. They were outside the door, Mom and the neighbor lady, equipped with the tool box attempting to gain entrance to the bathroom. Eventually giving up, they had another try and failure to get Sis to unlock the door. By this time Sis and I started to cry knowing mom could not open the door either.

    Now we are really trapped! The fun is over, the ADVENTURE is over!

    Mom, beginning to panic as well, quietly sends the neighbor to ask the landlord to contact the fire department then in her loving, sweet voice she assures us everything is going to be okay.

    Soon we hear the Fire truck arrive, sirens blaring, men shouting, some laughter. Out jumped the firemen offloading ladders to climb to the second story. Finally we see the fireman outside our bathroom window smiling as he crawls in. He scooped me up in one arm, gave my sister a hug with the other, unlocked the door and we were RESCUED!


    LOVE THOSE FIREMEN!
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