[smudgie]

Yes, not once but twice.

First time mother had chased us out to play and we trekked to the nearest seaside, older brother, younger sister and myself.
We didn't realise how quick it became dark and it took us forever to get home.
All the street were out looking for us, dad had been called back from his shift at work and the police were trying to find us.

Second time we were on the liner going over to Capetown, I had been confined to the cabin due to having chicken pox, my dad came back to check on me, I was gone, the porthole above my bed was wide open, wild panic with the steward running to tell the Captain to stop the ship, thankfully he bumped into me as I sauntered back from the loo.
Needless to say the porthole was not opened again for the rest of the journey.