Back when I was a toddler and my brother not much older, my parents were visiting relatives across town and so we were home alone for a bit.
I think, I missed my mommy or something. It must have been not enough of an emergency for us to call at our relatives.
Instead, we took the logical not-an-energency step, which is to say many, many steps, because we decided to walk across town to our relatives.
It’s a 20 minute walk with adult feet, so I imagine, it would have taken us at least twice as long.
And so many things could have gone wrong. From us just being barefoot, to someone calling the police, to our parents driving home in the meantime not knowing where we were, to just straight up kidnapping.
But not this time. We just rang at our relatives’ door out of the blue, with our parents still there. 🙃
I don’t personally remember this whole story, obviously, but I can’t imagine how else we could’ve just walked out. I guess, another possibility would be that only our mom was visiting the relatives and our dad was taking a mighty nap.
But well, my brother and I were apparently always well-behaved children. And we could’ve always phoned them, or rang at the door of an older lady living in the same house, or walked two streets over to our grandparents or three streets over to friends of the family.
Evidently, we even knew how to walk to our relatives across town, so I do feel like that would have been enough of a support network and at least my brother old enough, so that one could start trying to leave us home alone. You do have to start at some point…
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