The Elevator #25

When I was a kid, my mom, sister, and step father were heading to see an attorney, about what I am not sure. We walked into the huge office building and over to the elevators. We were standing there waiting for one to come down and chatting amongst ourselves. When the elevator finally got to the first floor a man walked off and without thinking I walked on. Before I could jump back off or my family could get on the doors had shut. I was a little girl probably six or seven. So, of course, I did what all little girls would do. I cried. I think I pressed every button in that elevator to get me back to the floor my mother was on. After what seemed like an eternity of hysterics the elevator stopped on a floor where a woman and her son got on. She had to have seen how upset I was. She asked me where my mother was and I told her on the first floor. She got me calmed down and back to where my mother was now standing with a security guard. All I could do was run to my mother who was thanking the woman who brought me back profusely. She scalded me while hugging me telling me never to do that again. Sometimes I really wish my mind would erase that moment in time. Looking back now it is funny and kind of embarrassing. Just to answer the question: No, I am not frightened of elevators nor have I ever been since the incident. However, if you have ever seen the movie "Speed" every time I get on an elevator I silently pray some psycho is not going to bomb it. That's another story though.