One summer years ago when we lived in Illinois, our extended family joined us for a trip to Chicago to visit what was then the Sears Tower. 

We found parking several floors up in a large garage. The elevator could only fit eight of the twelve of us. As those of us in the first group got off at ground level, the doors closed before my daughter Lauren and her cousin Lori, both about six years old, stepped out. The elevator was already moving back up before we could stop it.

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