Lock Up

When I was a child I collected stuff. I collected stamps that were passed on from a sibling who was annoyed by collecting them. It was not my passion and naturally I passed them on to another sibling. I collected coins that were passed on from a sibling who was annoyed by collecting them. It was not my passion and naturally I passed them on to another sibling. The thing I collected with my whole heart were keychains. I had awesome and funny keychains. Collecting keychains is an awesome hobby and much more interesting than collecting sport cars or paintings, I assume. I changed my interest when I grew up and my hobbies became more active like scuba diving or playing chess or playing chess while scuba diving. Actually the last one hasn't been my hobby... yet.
Let's go from keychains to our actual topic: door locks. Some people lock themselves up, and I am talking literally now. I got used to not lock my apartment while I sleep. It's like the scene in Michael Moore's "Bowling for Columbine" in which he checked doors in Canada and observed that Canadians don't lock their doors. I'm staying with my parents now and they lock the door overnight. Why does locking the door make them feel save while it makes me feel locked up? You would think that my parents who were born in small villages would not lock up and I, the urban man, who has always been in "dangerous" city environments would lock up. But the opposite is the case.  What does that mean? Am I living a life on the fast lane? Am I a secret Canadian without knowing? O those Canadians! Do you lock your door? Why or why not? What do you think?

PS: Next week the back to school weeks will start with posts that show me off as an A student. Check my blog frequently.

My keychain collection today is not fun anymore.