I have this memory and all I can remember is being over at my father's friend's house. I remember how the house was laid out. The daughter's room was in the back on the right of the house, but on the left of the hallway. The bathroom was on the right of the hallway, but much closer to the living room..... I don't know who this man was and I don't think I really knew him. (My father was a drug addict and would take us over to his friends' houses so he could do drugs with them) I don't even know if my father was there. I don't even know if my sister was there...... I have some memory of being in my father's friend's daughter's room trying to sleep...I believe my sister was in there as well....but I'm not sure. Then I remember running into the bathroom with the daughter. We were afraid, running as if for our lives. Running into the bathroom away from her father (and possibly mine as well) and she locked the door. I remember sitting on the toilet with the girl sideways. Her father was banging on the door, yelling, and cursing. I think he may have openned the door in the end.....That's all I can remember.

For a long time I would go into the bathrooms at my mother's condo and lock the doors. It was the only place in the two homes that I could lock a door. I thought that's why I did it, because my father wouldn't even let us close the doors at his house, but maybe it had something to do with this? My mother would always freak out when I did this and she would call my father to come open the door with a screw driver. This made me really angry and afraid that I had no where to hide. It took me a long time to realize that she just scared that she couldn't get to me. I would be scared as well if my son locked himself in a room and I couldn't get him out.