I was about 4 years old, and I was bored. My mom was either taking a nap with my baby brother, or trying to get him to take a nap. I wanted to play outside. I figured that if I went out the front, I would be noticed, so I went out the back door. We lived in a typical Chicago red brick two-flat with a wooden porch off the back. I remember being on the bottom step, thinking that I could keep going down into the basement, or I could go outside. I was all alone in the stairwell trying to decide which way to go, when I heard a man’s voice whisper my name in my ear. My dad was at work.
I flew upstairs faster than I could imagine, and contented myself by playing with my dolls instead. Was it my guardian angel telling me that it wasn’t safe for a 4 year old girl to play alone near an alley on that particular day?
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