Once I was locked out of the house when I was in fourth grade and I was like, "$!T3"
And I climbed into a tiny window and hurt myself, but then I remembered that my brother was inside the house already...
:drool:

Earlier this week, an odd thing happened. The main lock on my sliding patio door stopped latching. It was probably the result of the house settling or maybe the wood shifting around now that we're finally getting some seasonal rain. Either way, it was rather annoying and had been bothering me all week. This afternoon I got out the tools and decided to fix it. I needed to move the metal receiver that the latch grabs onto so that it'd actually latch again. While I thought that would entail drilling into the metal frame, it turned out that I was able to reuse a previous set of holes (apparently this has happened before) and get by with a little bit of Dremel work. No problem, right? Everything was fine until about an hour ago. I had cleaned out my closet and was taking bags of clothes into the garage so that I might drop them off at Goodwill this week. On may way out the door, I gave it a bit of a push and it slid as usual before stopping in the closed position. You can see where this is going, right? Well, the funny thing is that just as the door was closing, I thought to myself "that'd be funny if the door locked behind me... you know, because I fixed the lock soooo well..." Sure enough, when I came back to the door and gave it a tug it wouldn't move. At all. And, of course, it was raining outside. So there I was, locked out of my own house. It was at that moment I decided that I really ought to keep a spare key hidden in the garage. Anyway, I wandered back into the garage, grabbed a few tools and began to take the lock apart from the outside. Much to my surprise, it was relatively easy to take apart and I was back inside in no more than three minutes. Happy with my quick recovery, I stored a spare key in the garage, put the lock back together, and began to ponder getting better locks. If I can get in without trying very hard, there's not much to stop a determined person. (Not that I wasn't determined, but you know what I mean.)

I once locked myself and my six year old sister out of our house for over three hours in the middle of August. :gonk:
The front door had a chain on it to prevent our four year old brother from running outside, and my sister wanted to go by the back door to get her bicycle out of the garage. I agreed and the moment I closed the door behind me I remembered the chain and that I only had the key to the front door.
I had a mini panic attack, but didn't want my sister to start worrying, so I acted calm until we got to the park (across the street) and she started riding around on her bike. I immediately called my dad, who didn't pick up until a half hour later, and told him about the problem. He was at work and couldn't come, so he called my stepmom, but she couldn't come home until five (it was about noon).
Our grandfather was supposed to come later that night, so my dad called him to see if he had the keys to the back door and could come over early. He said he did, so my sister and I were at the park for another half hour. Keep in mind it was 80 degrees out and we didn't have any water or snacks. And our house was three feet away.
When my grandpa finally came (which took an extra half hour for some reason), he only had the keys to the front door, so we searched the garage for the extra keys. There were two keys there, but they were the same for one of the two side door locks. We sat in his car for some more time, waiting for five o'clock (and it was about two or three by this time).
I eventually asked him if we could go get something to eat in town since we were both sweaty, hungry, and very thirsty. After we ate and came back, my stepmom had finally come home and unlocked the side door.