Growing up as an only child, I had an abundance of time to myself, more than I knew what to do with. Absentmindedly placing and displacing Monopoly pieces on a board, gazing at the mysterious Japanese ladies on our wall paintings, fiddling with the lock on the cabinet beneath our dusty box TV. All ways in which I kept my developing brain busy. Locks soon came to be an item that wasn’t just a toy for me to play with, it became a device that assisted me and everybody else with keeping their sanity by emphasizing the idea of keeping the unwanted out..
The nimble security devices started out with a humble beginning. In 4000 BCE, the first pin tumbler lock was created entirely out of wood in Ancient Egypt, with intricate pins and holes ahead …show more content…
The password you input to unlock your iPad, or the heavy bolt and chain on a front door. Someone else owning the key to your “bubble” depending on the situation is invasive in itself. Between the ages of 9-11, when I first got my own room, my mom reminded me every night to lock my door in case a burglar or a suspicious person with malicious intent broke into the house. My mom wound up being that person to me, as she would be the one “breaking” into my room and my personal bubble with a key. In retrospect, the idea is ridiculous. Her only “malicious intent” was wanting to care and do the best she could about my insecurities. Unfortunately, the sharp crunch of the key being jammed into my lock and turned startled me no matter how many times I heard it. This would occur sometime past midnight, and of course I’d be awake, being the rowdy kid that I was. My acne became out of control also around the same time I got my own room; causing neglect to crafting a skin care routine. My mom decided to take the role upon herself. She would pick and tear apart at the tender red mounds scattered all over my face similar to a hawk hunting for fish in the ocean — while I pretended to be asleep. It was incredibly painful. The jingle of the keys that I'd heard every night came to signify the pain that I detested. The unwelcomed hands scrambling to pop a mighty mountain, an insignificant but irritating violation
The nimble security devices started out with a humble beginning. In 4000 BCE, the first pin tumbler lock was created entirely out of wood in Ancient Egypt, with intricate pins and holes ahead …show more content…
The password you input to unlock your iPad, or the heavy bolt and chain on a front door. Someone else owning the key to your “bubble” depending on the situation is invasive in itself. Between the ages of 9-11, when I first got my own room, my mom reminded me every night to lock my door in case a burglar or a suspicious person with malicious intent broke into the house. My mom wound up being that person to me, as she would be the one “breaking” into my room and my personal bubble with a key. In retrospect, the idea is ridiculous. Her only “malicious intent” was wanting to care and do the best she could about my insecurities. Unfortunately, the sharp crunch of the key being jammed into my lock and turned startled me no matter how many times I heard it. This would occur sometime past midnight, and of course I’d be awake, being the rowdy kid that I was. My acne became out of control also around the same time I got my own room; causing neglect to crafting a skin care routine. My mom decided to take the role upon herself. She would pick and tear apart at the tender red mounds scattered all over my face similar to a hawk hunting for fish in the ocean — while I pretended to be asleep. It was incredibly painful. The jingle of the keys that I'd heard every night came to signify the pain that I detested. The unwelcomed hands scrambling to pop a mighty mountain, an insignificant but irritating violation