Memory

My oldest son has an astounding memory. He remembers things from when he was a toddler.

Sometimes it can be a bit frightening. I will say, "You are too young to remember..." He always remembers.

Recently we were talking about the apartment we lived in when he and his first brother were born. He says he remembers the apartment. He also remembers the apartment my parents lived in when they first moved to Detroit.

Then he really shocked me. He had a memory of wandering around an apartment he did not know.

I had completely forgotten about that!

I did not know he knew how-to open the door so I had not locked it. I was tending to his new brother in the bedroom. 

He opened the door and went exploring.

When I went to the living room to check on him. There was no HIM there. I looked through the whole apartment. No him.

We lived on the third floor... no elevator. There were stairs at either end. What if someone had snatched him? What if he had gotten out and fell?

I rushed to the hall outside the apartments. No baby boy. I started to run toward the stairs at the back.

Suddenly I noticed an open apartment door that was open. I went over and knocked being ever so hopeful that they had rescued my baby.

There was my son wandering around. He did not touch anything. He just wanted to look.

No one else was there. He had tried the doorknob and it opened. 

I snatched him up and took him home. Of course I explained to him that he could not just go into someone's home without an invitation. 

As I said before I did not remember this until my son brought it up I was astounded. I had completely forgotten the whole thing.

And from that time I made sure the doors could not be opened by little hands.