As a kid, did you ever run away from home?

Where'd you go?

And who dragged you back home?

:D

I rode my bike all the way to the stop sign at the end of my block! My best friends older brother convinced me I should eat an ice pop instead.
Now that I think about it, I think he was wrong.

Friend's house (my adopted family) and I was never dragged home.

I headed to the train station, but my mum convinced a neighbour to find me. I was so pissed at that neighbour.

First time, I just wandered the city sleeping in parking lots and stairwells for a few days. Had a paper route and a bank account and when I went to the bank they called my parents.

Second time was just shy of 16 and moved out for a month until the law came after my roommates the same day soemone stole my car and I went back home.

Oh, those were the days.

My own daughter did the same when she was 15 and moved in with friends for a few days until she made the mistake of calling and I *69'd and bluffed who answered the phone that the police woul be there in 10 minutes.

Life can be so damn interesting.

and I'd announce dramatically that nobody loved me and I was running away from home, and my mom would tell me to be sure to pack a lunch. So I'd make a sandwich and get on my little bike and ride off for a few blocks, eat my sandwich and sulk for awhile about how my parents mistreated me and how they probably weren't my real parents anyhow (my real parents were probably royalty), and then it would start to get dark and I'd get hungry again, and I'd slink home, stick my bike in the garage, slip quietly through the back door and go to my room. After a bit my mom would offer me some supper, and everything would be fine, at least until the next time I felt like running away.

our food ran out, and decided to go back home.

The whole time our parents knew where we were, I don't remember the reason for running away.

I'm sure if I hadn't kept trying to distance myself from that house, I'd be a much
different person, today.

...and I'm sure the only reason she'd, eventually, come looking for me was because
he paid child support for me and she worried that sooner or later someone
from the area would let on to him if I wasn't living there, anymore.

my morale. Instilled a permanent sense of separation anxiety, I suspect.

She said, "Ok, let me make you a sandwhich before you go!" I never made it past the front door.

so I went back into the path station and this guy was creeping me out so I got scared and went home.

with my grandma. I was about 10 or 11. She didn't think I would stay more than a night or two, after two weeks she came and made me go home. I still hate my dad.

Usually, only for a few hours. And I went home on my own will.

it was, and when I got miserable and went home, nobody even knew I was gone.

Great.

i got him back

be age specific please...

I'd sit by this really pretty creek. Then I'd get hungry and have to go home.

Come to think of it, I've started so many noble projects in my life that got dropped because I got hungry and just couldn't concentrate until I got fed. Sad.

My youth was majorly misspent.

It was the middle of the night and a cop pulled over. He'd gathered what I was doing as I was a young teen and had a bag over my shoulder. He convinced me to go home and took my name and address in case a "missing child" report came in later. (He let me walk back home rather than take me there and risk attracting attention since I was only two blocks from home.)