tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628733312371339602.post1262803545907865343..comments2024-03-15T02:56:07.804-03:00Comments on Slanted: As Requested By Marmot DadMBChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02860359505710765392noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628733312371339602.post-71380296281655589482009-02-04T02:00:00.000-04:002009-02-04T02:00:00.000-04:00My family actually discussed our escape plan when ...My family actually discussed our escape plan when I was growing up. But they failed to purchase the ladders. My dad informed me we would have to jump from our upstairs windows. I said, "we might break our legs." He just told me that would be better than burning to death. This was not good enough for me. <BR/>Instead, I decided one day that my little brother and I should practice climbing out our windows and jumping to see if we could indeed survive the fall in good enough shape to crawl to our rendezvous point. Somehow Randy agreed, and we both made it out on to the window ledge OK. However, it took us a half hour to talk ourselves into actually jumping to the lawn below. We finally did it - and surprisingly we survived without injury. I slept better at night, but my mom was not too thrilled to hear about our experiment.Marenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00478607212580950593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628733312371339602.post-81503089583775809462009-02-02T20:27:00.000-04:002009-02-02T20:27:00.000-04:00Ahhh, I knew I was not alone in my childhood traum...Ahhh, I knew I was not alone in my childhood traumas.MBChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02860359505710765392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628733312371339602.post-26014394614931164472009-02-02T16:44:00.000-04:002009-02-02T16:44:00.000-04:00I was likewise terrified of burning to death in th...I was likewise terrified of burning to death in the night. And I worried about how I'd rescue baby Caitlin. One Christmas my dad gave me a fire-escape ladder that I could store under my bed. Best gift ever.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12754749628409313759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628733312371339602.post-45274405366008564342009-02-02T14:24:00.000-04:002009-02-02T14:24:00.000-04:00I always planned on jumping out the higher window ...I always planned on jumping out the higher window in my bedroom, as the other window had a window well under it, which I was afraid that I would fall into and break my leg and not be able to get out of it. I did have the ICI sticker on my window, so that the firemen would know where to come to rescue me.Moohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10454501934979110610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628733312371339602.post-75600707700268961982009-02-02T13:57:00.000-04:002009-02-02T13:57:00.000-04:00When I was little, my parents invited a fire safet...When I was little, my parents invited a fire safety expert to come give us a presentation in our home. Only it turned out he was less of an "expert" and more of a "salesman who wanted to terrify us into buying his company's brand of carbon monoxide sensor/alarm," which he did by presenting horrifying facts, figures, anecdotes and illustrations.<BR/><BR/>For years afterwards I was convinced our house would catch fire in the night and I would sit up in bed only to have my lungs burned instantly to a cinder by the superheated air that was filling the room <I>because I had stupidly left my bedroom door open OMG!!!!</I> My parents were less impressed and did not buy his product.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com