Since I entertained you all yesterday with that ridiculous picture, I figure it’s your turn to entertain me. But don’t worry…I’ll show you the way.
For some reason, the other day the memory of that time I ran away from home popped into my head. I don’t remember why I ran away, other than I was SO MAD, but I do have a vivid memory of stating that I was running away and stalking out the back door. I was around 6 at the time. Unfortunately:
- This is when we lived in BFE, Oregon
- Our closest neighbor lived over a mile away.
- It was dark. Really, really dark.
Needless to say, I made to the end of the yard (about 20 feet, maybe?) before I had to seriously rethink my decision (in other words, I got scared). The total adventure probably lasted 1 minute. And I never ran away again.
So. What about you all? I bet you guys have some fabulous stories of when you ran away from home (or when your children ran away). I want to hear them..please share!
Oh, and here’s your fun photo for the day:
This is about three years prior to the running away. I’ve been told I still have that same expression of resigned disgust. In fact, that’s probably what I looked like when I realized that running away was a Very Bad Idea.