Several years ago, I was driving an a darkened street in a neighboring town. As I came to a stop sign at the crest of a small hill, I saw a tiny child alone, coming toward me, diagonally, across the intersection. A car was approaching and might strike the child. I put my car in park, jumped out and ran to the child. The oncoming driver, seeing me, also stopped and got out. He handed me a jacket, which I wrapped around the child. The other driver called the police.
Just then a very upset mother appeared. The child had escaped when another child at a family party held a door open allowing the little one to escape.
My oldest son by age 2 could unlock and escape our house even with baby locks
I often had just a screen door to let in fresh air and save money. I learned to go outside and put a latch outside. I would then go to another door, enter and lock it. He would also climb a cyclone fence and escape the back yard. Raising him was tough.