The Great Escape!

This story brings us to Yonkers, NY, my birthplace, where when I was 2, I was taking a nap on my parents' bed. My mom had been a little sick, and went to take some cold medicine, then came to lay next to me and read her book. Well, the next thing she knows, she is waking up after falling asleep for an undetermined amount of time and I was no longer sleeping on the bed beside her. She jumps up, starts yelling for me and I am nowhere to be found. She then notices the bedroom window open and wonders...surely not. Why and how would a 2-year-old climb out of a bedroom window??? But since she couldn't find me anywhere else,...she opens the window, and climbs out onto the fire escape. (We lived on the 1st floor of a 3-flat apartment building.) She looks down...No Katy. She looks up...and there I was. I had climbed all the way to the very top of the 3rd floor and was sitting happily with my legs dangling over the side.

My mom said she (after having a heart attack) just calmly walked up, talking to me the whole time, telling me to "Just stay there," promising me candy and who knows what else, to help ensure that I wouldn't move. As for me, she said I was just smiling, quite happy where I was. I guess I must have needed some fresh air or a change of scenery! I just wonder what was my 2-year-old mind thinking when it came up with the brilliant idea to climb out the window and up the fire escape!!