3/12/14 I was remembering when I visited a friend when I was about in third grade. It was unusual for me to visit someone because the class I was in was tracked so it had kids from all over the city instead of one neighborhood and also I was very shy so I didn't have many friends. I had a really good one when I wasin first grade who lived next door. We would howl like wolves when we wanted the other one to come outside. So no ringing doorbells and dealing with parents. I even went with him to his Granpa's farm once. Then we moved. I had another one in fifth grade. We were disaffected intellectuals avant la lettre. Then we moved. Then one in tenth grad, but that's another story.
I was far to shy to be asking his parents anything so when I strained my elbow--subluxated the joint-- I didn't let on. I held it in a weird protective position for while and it was hard for my friend to interest me in any of his proposed entertainments for a while. Then his Mom asked if there we something wrong with my arm. "No," I said and ran off with it in a normal position. It had long since popped back into place so that went fine.
Then I had to go to the bathroom. I figured out where it was myself, being too shy to ask, went in, and locked the door behind me. After I finished, I discovered to my horror that I couldn't get the door open again. The lock was stuck. The prospect of banging on the door and yelling for help was a fate worse than death. I would have sooner stayed in the bathroom the rest of my life.
So I climbed out the window. I'm sure, being well behaved within my lights, I closed the window behind me.
Fortunately I was picked up and went home before anyone else had to use the bathroom.
I can't remember ever being invited back. I can imagine retrospectively that for them I was probably that weird kid who held his arm funny, was hard to play with, and then played that mean trick with the bathroom.