posted on Jul, 19 2013 @ 06:51 PM
reply to post by wildtimes
I've posted this before, on a slightly different theme;
I don't know how old I was, but I can remember a sequence of thoughts from a time before I knew any language.
I was lying in my cot next to a _, probably in the morning.
I was aware that I wanted to get out.
I was aware that i could not manage the catch on the gate of the cot (a simple hook-and-eye affair, as I know retrospectively).
I was aware that if I cried, someone would come along and let me out.
So that's what I did.
My last memory of the episode is my father opening and walking through a door on the right hand end of the opposite wall (which identifies the room as
my later bedroom).
I find it really frustrating not knowing what happened next, because I want to know if I succeeded in getting out.
(My mother, years afterwards, observed "he probably just threw some toys into the cot". No! I don't want toys! I want exit!)