as a kid i had a habit of accidentally locking myself into rooms - usually bathrooms, for some reason - and not being able to get myself out of them. my parents liked to recount one particular instance where i apparently spent up to half an hour stuck and howling inside our locked powder room during a large dinner party where nobody could hear me over the commotion of pots and pans and guests. my parents wound up having to break open the lock with a sledgehammer or some other exaggerated tool in order to get me out.
If any of these experiences took place in Germany, I can relate! I studied abroad in Berlin, and my host family's door lock was somehow the most confusing lock I've ever used! I asked my host mother to demonstrate how after failing once, and I could sense the confusion and concern for me radiating off of her haha
If any of these experiences took place in Germany, I can relate! I studied abroad in Berlin, and my host family's door lock was somehow the most confusing lock I've ever used! I asked my host mother to demonstrate how after failing once, and I could sense the confusion and concern for me radiating off of her haha
I love stories of weird moments from people's childhoods! This is just such a peculiar and striking habit and i adore it.