Runaway

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I was 4 years old when I first ran away from home.

As so often happened, my mother and I had been in a fight. Honestly, I don’t remember what it was about. Probably her telling me I wasn’t doing something she wanted me to do.

I took my lunchbox and put some things and marched off down the road.

We lived on a dead end street. I got to the end and realized my problem.

I was not allowed to cross the street on my own. There was no way to go that didn’t involve me crossing the street.

I sat down and cried over this problem.


Eventually I decided I had no option and returned home.

No one had noticed I had left…