Last Summer I was staying with one of my parent’s friends at her house. I was home alone that day and my dog had to go out. As I opened the door back inside, I noticed it had locked itself. Panicked, I hopped over the fence and tried the other doors. No luck. To make matters worse, I left my phone and wallet inside. With no means to call for help, I took my dog and tried to find a police station. I went from neighborhood to neighborhood hoping to find some assistance. After walking for four hours, I went back to the house. My patience was slim and I began to feel dehydrated. With a sharp kick, I broke down the screen door of a window and hopped in. My Mom and the owner weren’t mad at me, but they pointed out the fact there was a spare key right by the front door.