When I was younger I used to like to climb up on things to see what was on top or on the other side. My mother has a story she tells to all of her cronies about the time I was asleep in my crib with teh bedroom door locked shut(her side) and the window locked securely from teh inside. I climbed out of the crib/bed, across the floor, up the dresser which had two drawers open, and partway up the back was a diaper bag. I crawled into it and fell asleep.
My mother came in, could find me, the window was locked and the door was too... she went bonkers calling everyone, getting my dad home from work, and was tearing the room apart. Dont remember if she called the cops or not.. She yelled at my dad when he got there, and he started yelling back.. thats when I was woken up and started crying.
After that there was nothing left in my room I could climb or hide in and I was 'securely' in the crib.
The window thing at home was dealt with pretty quickly, it was when we would go out somewhere and I would go into the public washrooms that she would be worried. Many a person would wonder if she was a pervert when she would look into the boys washroom.[/DIV]
