My grandmother had this high-tech security system - a rusty nail she used to lock the door.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
In high school, I had a gold 1992 Ford Explorer. It was a gift. I used to have a terrible habit of locking the keys in the car when I used leave the car running to help it start on a cold morning. I think the local locksmith became used to me calling him.
I used to try to pick locks because I grew up on my grandparents' farm and I started my own little spy club. I would go around the farm and try to break into the shed and try spying on my grandpa. It was ridiculous.
When you've got a new family, any kind of security you can have is great.
I think sitting behind a keyboard can be a security blanket.
I have six locks on my door all in a row. When I go out, I lock every other one. I figure no matter how long somebody stands there picking the locks, they are always locking three.
Love unlocks doors and opens windows that weren't even there before.
To this day, I've never figured out a single locked-room mystery.
As a little boy, I apparently had a predilection for undoing latch gates, running up pathways and ringing doorbells - and then running off again and away before the door was opened behind me.
I mean, I've never really had much security, to be honest.
Wherever smart people work, doors are unlocked.