This is Fire Safety Week.  Right on cue, my pre-school aged daughter came home talking about the fire drill at school.  She is not a fan of loud noises so became teary eyed as the story progressed.     To ease her fears we talked  about what to do in case of an emergency, practiced slithering along the floor and touching the doorknobs to see if they were hot.  It brought me back to when my family did this when we were younger.  I especially remember the year my brother, no stranger to the ER at age five, was in kindergarten.  After we talked about how we’d go out the back door he wandered off, his attention diverted by who knows what.   Well, he actually went out his escape route—right out his second floor bedroom window!  He was unharmed, which he credited with the pillow he threw out first–to break his fall.    When I spoke to him today and reminded him about it, almost thirty years later, he still maintains he planned it that way-the pillow was perfectly placed so he wouldn’t get hurt.   A little planning is a good thing it seems…