Blog Post 2-1

The story that first comes to mind for me is when my family traveled to New York City years ago. I was only about six or seven years old and I remember this day like it was yesterday. My family and some of my extended family were staying in an apartment just outside of the city. My parents had left for lunch with my aunts and uncles and left my grandmother and I back at the apartment. Given the age and condition of my grandma at the time, she did not have the best memory or a ton of energy, so they had us stay back in the apartment to rest. Soon after they left, my grandma and I went down to the first floor and exited the building to check the mail. She had left her phone back home in California and we had a friend ship it out to New York. We did not have any mail. So, we turned back around to go back into the building. What we had not realized is the door locked automatically. There was a lockbox on the side. My grandma became quite worried knowing we could not get back in the building. My parents and the rest of my family were not expected back for an hour or so. However, myself, being the observant (nosy) little kid, remembered I had eavesdropped on my uncle telling my mom the code to the complex. To this day I still remember the code, 3-3-7. Without this, we would have been locked out of the apartment with no way to communicate with our family. We surely would have been fine, however, sitting on the sidewalk in New York City for an hour may not have been the best idea. This story does not seem like much, but I remember it vividly. I’m sure this is partially due to my grandma passing away a few years later. Moments like these are very important to me because of that.