As a young boy I had a knack for getting into mischief. My mom has all kinds of funny stories about me when I was between 18 months and three years of age. One morning my mom received a call from a neighboring apartment at 6 O’clock in the morning! “Will you come get your son! He just woke me up in my apartment!” As an early riser I had pulled up a chair to the front door, unlocked three locks, opened the door, shut it behind me and went exploring. It’s a good thing that ladys’ apartment was unlocked or I might have wandered outside!

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