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Wow, this reminds me of my brother who was three at the time. I was going to walk my friend to her apartment building and my brother wanted to come but I told him no and to wait until I came back. 10 minutes later, I came back to my mom looking frankly for my brother and shouting his name. I rush out looking up and down in my apartment building hoping to find him and then speed outside, scared out of my mind. I rush back to your apartment only to find him in our mother's arms pouting and glaring at me like it was my fault. He was hiding underneath the living room table, sulking cause I wouldn't take him. Urgh, scared half my life off and I was 8.