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Hi friends. Well, it happened. A few months ago, I did something that every person who lives in an elevator building lives in fear of: I dropped my keys down the elevator shaft.
My four-year-old and I were coming home from dinner with friends. I had just been telling him that since it was so late, we’d be skipping story time and going straight to bed. I pulled my keys out of my pocket. The elevator doors opened on our floor.
“I want to unlock the door!” my son cried.
He reached for the keys. In slow motion, they seemed to leap from my hands, straight up in the air. Up. Up. Up. Then time sped up again and they fell down - whoosh! - into the narrow crack between the elevator and the landing.
My son and I locked eyes.
In a split second, I had a decision to make.
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