My dear friends and family, how are you? I came back with another article, as you know today is the weekend and as usual on the weekends, we have come out of town, to my parents' house. Since the internet speed is very low here and I am enjoying the moment of being with my family, I couldn't work on an interesting and new topic for today's article. I told myself to tell you a memory from my childhood.
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When I was talking to my mom last night about this incident from years ago when I was a 7-year-old girl, I told myself to tell you about it. Maybe you have an experience like this.
I want to take you back to years ago, when I was a 7-year-old girl, when I was just going to school, and our house was in the city center inside an apartment. It was the middle of a cold winter night, when it was about 3 o'clock, and everyone in our home was asleep. While I was asleep, in the dark and cold of the night I pulled my blanket away from myself, while I was wearing a white sarong, and got out of bed. I looked at my brother who was in the same room with me, walked past my parents' room, and headed for the exit of the house. I opened the door, went down the stairs of the building and went to the street.
Why do you think a 7-year-old girl, at 3 o'clock in the morning in the winter cold, suddenly leaves the house in a nightdress? Let me tell you the rest.
The next morning when I open my eyes, everything is normal, except for the worried eyes of my mother who is sitting on top of my head, and was waiting to me wake up. When I opened my eyes, after caressing me a little, she said, "Did you sleep well last night, darling?" I said as I stretched my body: "Yes, mom, I slept very well." My mom said: "You don't remember anything that you left the home in the middle of the night?" I, who was a child and didn't understand what she was saying, said that: "I just slept mom, I didn't go anywhere."
My father always has a light sleep, and he wakes up to the sound of the exit door of the house, he sees the light of the stairs that has fallen inside the house. He gets out of bed quickly. When he comes out of the room, he sees that the exit door is open. He runs to our room. And he sees that I'm not in my bed. He quickly runs out of the house, looking for me. He runs down the stairs, and sees me walking down the street. He follows me, and calls to me, I don't pay any attention. When he reaches me, he realizes that my eyes are open, but I am in a dream world, and I am walking in my sleep. He quickly hugs me, takes me inside the house and puts me in my bed. He locked the door, and picked up the key, and doesn't say anything to anyone at midnight, he waits in the morning when my mother wakes up and explains it to her.
I remember they were very worried about me, they even put me to sleep next to them for a while. They talked to different psychologists for a while, maybe they would understand why I did it, and the psychologists gave different reasons. From that night on, my mother always locked the door, hiding its key somewhere. I remember when I was even a young girl, my mother was always afraid that I don't repeat walking in my sleep again. She always said that if my father didn't wake up at that time, it wasn't clear what would happen to me. Now you tell me, have you ever had such an experience yourself or those around you?
I have tried sleep walking also when I was a little kid. I was so unaware. I'm glad now that I'm a grown up man, I don't do it anymore.