i was a toddler escape artist. i ran away during the macy's thanksgiving day parade. a stranger found two year old me wandering down the highway shoulder like a quarter mile from the synagogue where my cousin was getting bar mitzvahed
child me was absolutely diabolical. once when i was like 7 my mom & i were arguing and she sent me to my room but instead i went to her room and dumped her fancy perfumes & lotions down the drain
When I was maybe 6-7 (different time), my mom and dad left me alone in the house with strict instructions not to let ANYONE in, even if I knew them. My mom came home with co-workers for lunch but had forgotten her key. I didn’t let her in.
That was always the rule in our house. Anybody who's allowed in the house has a key, if the cops want to break the door down they can do that, you still don't open it. Important foundation to my life tbh
I know someone whose dad got so frustrated with her (age 3) misbehavior at the grocery store that he said “that’s it, we’re going home” and picked her up and walked out. She started shrieking “THIS MAN IS NOT MY DADDY.” Kindred spirits, clearly.
