I saw it sitting there with the rest of the mail the second I walked into the kitchen. A small rectangular package. And, as I got closer, I could clearly see it was addressed to me. Yes! It had come, a little mini-Christmas from Santa disquised as our mailman. I grabbed the package and headed to the living room. My heart pounded and my head raced with all the possibilities the little parcel could unlock. Indeed, as I tore it open, I smiled thinking that all doors would be open to me now, just as I had imagined when I saw the ad for the little gem I held in my hands…my new lock-picking set.
How many times had my heroes on TV quickly and efficiently defeated the villain's door or the padlocked room holding the innocents that desperately needed saving? This was a skill I knew would change my future, and I imagined myself doing all kinds of daring deeds. I saw heroic acts galore in my mind's eye as I sat on the couch clutching my marvelous new toy. I immediately began to practice the art of lock picking while watching my favorite show.







