when I was 12 yrs old my sister used to lock me outside the house whenever our parents weren't home, the thing is that every morning my mother would always clean a little bit, open the windows(our windows had rails) and stuff. So at those times where I get locked outside I would get a stick or anything that's long enough and sturdy to reach the doorknob from the window. I would just ninja my way inside, and then my sister would just get upset because she doesn't know how I got in again.
for imagining purposes, this was what our doorknob looked like.
Ah, the European types of door handles. I am familiar with those and find them much nicer than the round American types. Living in Europe, we have an addition of a lock and a key to turn inside the lock. This would have made it impossible for you to enter the room again and you and your sister would have been living the perfect siblings life.
