I have a very distinct memory of us kids being left at home when my brother was 8, I was 7, and my sisters were 5 and 3.
The house was completely and eerily empty because we were moving the next day and the moving van had already left. There were mattresses on the floor that we were taking in the U-Haul to sleep on until the moving van got there. My parents left around 8 PM, expecting to be gone for 1/2 hour to an hour. It was high summer, so it didn't get really dark until 9.
Maybe around 9 my brother got really scared about kidnappers seeing us in the windows, realizing we were alone, and kidnapping us. So we closed all the window shades and turned off all the lights. Then he thought some more and "realized" that with the lights all off, robbers might think the house was empty, break in, find us and kill us. So we turned some lights back on and opened some shades. To prevent the kidnappers from realizing we were alone, the four of us huddled together in the basement hallway which had no windows.
I don't know how long we were there before my sisters got hysterical and my brother decided that actually, if the "kidnappers" would assume adults were home if they saw NO ONE in the windows, they're probably assume adults were home even if they only saw kids, so it was safe to go upstairs.
[Waaay too many mystery books, obviously. We had no TV.]
Time is passing all the while, and the sisters fell asleep. My brother and I started playing hide-and-go-seek. He hid and I couldn't find him. I was sure a kidnapper had snuck into the house and made away with him, so I called 911.
It was just around midnight when my parents pulled up to our house just behind the lights'-flashing, siren-blaring police car. (It felt to me like forever between making the call and when the police came, but I'm sure it was just a few minutes.)
Amazingly, the police looked around, saw everything was okay, and LEFT. No consequences.
I've also been told that when I was five, the school bus would drop me off kitty-corner to my house, and I'd cross the fairly busy boulevard myself and if my mother wasn't home yet (which was about 1/2 the time) I'd cross again to stay at a friend's house -- and then again to check if she was home every few minutes. After a few WEEKS they arranged for me to ALWAYS go to the friend's house and have my mother pick me up from there. But geez -- it took them weeks.
The house was completely and eerily empty because we were moving the next day and the moving van had already left. There were mattresses on the floor that we were taking in the U-Haul to sleep on until the moving van got there. My parents left around 8 PM, expecting to be gone for 1/2 hour to an hour. It was high summer, so it didn't get really dark until 9.
Maybe around 9 my brother got really scared about kidnappers seeing us in the windows, realizing we were alone, and kidnapping us. So we closed all the window shades and turned off all the lights. Then he thought some more and "realized" that with the lights all off, robbers might think the house was empty, break in, find us and kill us. So we turned some lights back on and opened some shades. To prevent the kidnappers from realizing we were alone, the four of us huddled together in the basement hallway which had no windows.
I don't know how long we were there before my sisters got hysterical and my brother decided that actually, if the "kidnappers" would assume adults were home if they saw NO ONE in the windows, they're probably assume adults were home even if they only saw kids, so it was safe to go upstairs.
[Waaay too many mystery books, obviously. We had no TV.]
Time is passing all the while, and the sisters fell asleep. My brother and I started playing hide-and-go-seek. He hid and I couldn't find him. I was sure a kidnapper had snuck into the house and made away with him, so I called 911.
It was just around midnight when my parents pulled up to our house just behind the lights'-flashing, siren-blaring police car. (It felt to me like forever between making the call and when the police came, but I'm sure it was just a few minutes.)
Amazingly, the police looked around, saw everything was okay, and LEFT. No consequences.
I've also been told that when I was five, the school bus would drop me off kitty-corner to my house, and I'd cross the fairly busy boulevard myself and if my mother wasn't home yet (which was about 1/2 the time) I'd cross again to stay at a friend's house -- and then again to check if she was home every few minutes. After a few WEEKS they arranged for me to ALWAYS go to the friend's house and have my mother pick me up from there. But geez -- it took them weeks.







