My very first fasination with door knobs and keys was because of my grandfather, on my dad's side know as my Nanoo, who kept all his secret stuff ,whether it was his chocolates, dried friuts , little shot glasses or his whiskey, wine or some soft drink that just came on the market, he had some special treats locked in the hallway closet.
Of course being slightly curious living with my grandparents I could not help myself by looking what was behind those locked, closed sacred door. It took my months of planning to see what times my grandfather would go to lie down, but I finally established what his pattern was and I went across his room all the while trying not to breath or knock into anything. My hand was on the key and my heart was racing so fast and hard that I thought it might wake him from his sleep. Now I was almost racing across to the other side of the bedroom anticipating what I would find in this closet only meters away. I turned the key very carefully so not to wake anyone and then turned the door knob quietly to find all his special things in his closet. Everything was placed in order. I happened to move one thing not remembering to place it back in it's spot and later that week my grandfather asked me if I had been in his closet and I laughed and said I didn't know where he kept his key. From that point on, the key was never on his night stand.
Of course being slightly curious living with my grandparents I could not help myself by looking what was behind those locked, closed sacred door. It took my months of planning to see what times my grandfather would go to lie down, but I finally established what his pattern was and I went across his room all the while trying not to breath or knock into anything. My hand was on the key and my heart was racing so fast and hard that I thought it might wake him from his sleep. Now I was almost racing across to the other side of the bedroom anticipating what I would find in this closet only meters away. I turned the key very carefully so not to wake anyone and then turned the door knob quietly to find all his special things in his closet. Everything was placed in order. I happened to move one thing not remembering to place it back in it's spot and later that week my grandfather asked me if I had been in his closet and I laughed and said I didn't know where he kept his key. From that point on, the key was never on his night stand.
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