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I always had a lock. It was one of those stupid ones that can be opened with a penny or fingernail. Not only did my parents and brother not knock, they'd just unlock the door and burst in. Any time I had it locked, someone wanted to come in. My parents both developed the skill of turning the lock with a thumbnail and turning the knob with the same twist o fthe wrist, completely negating teh effect of the lock. It didn't matter what time it was, what I was doing, my mom opened the door whenever she wanted to. My dad rarely did, only when it was really necessary. He would always knock. My mom, on the other hand, finally stopped opening my door without permission a couple of months ago (I'll be 20 next week.) Before that, she always assumed that having my door shut meant that I was doing something I shouldn't. She'd just unlock and open, not enough time to close my e-mail, cover up while getting dressed, stop whatevet I was doing. If it were up to her, I wouldn't have had a door. In fact, my 15-year-old brother doesn't have a door because she broke it down when he wouldn't open it. She doesn't want to put it back up. She still searches my room ("I'm cleaning") and does teh same to my brother. She thinks it's dangerous tho have paintball guns, so I hide those, she doesn't think anyone other than deranged lunatics would own pellet guns, so I hid those, and I won't contemplate what she'd do if she found my crossbow. She treats me like I'm still 10 years old.
This is why I'll never do that to my kids. They'll have locks to keep out siblings, and I'll wait after knocking for them to open the door or tell me to come in.
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