Did you ever run away from home as a kid?

Yes when I was 12 or 13 my brother a year younger than me and I ran away.. we only got about 5 miles away and my School House Master found us... and took us home in his car...


When I was 16 I ran, with my friend.. and didn't look back... got the first train out of the station going East... and ended up with no money and living in the Salvation army hostel for women..

Lots of tales to tell of the time we were there among single mothers, ladies of the night.. alcoholics ( no drug addicts back in the day ..as we know them now)...
 
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Not me but one of my sons. The "rule" in this house was free room and board as long as my daughter and sons were at school (university or trade or ?) One son decided "no school" and ran away to Alberta (to his Dad). He had to work but decided that wasn't the life he envisioned so he ran back to Vancouver (without telling his Dad). Son was more understanding and did get his degree at University and now lives and work in the UK.
 

When I was -- I don't know, 12 maybe? -- our father told my brother and me that we couldn't come into the house until we found a lost item. We knew we'd never find it, so we lay down in the ditch to sleep. We hoped that a kind neighbor would see us there and rescue us. Then our father opened the door and said he'd found the item in the house, right where it was supposed to be.

At age 14, I decided I'd leave on my 16th birthday -- the first day it was legal to do so. I only told one person, who I'm sure didn't believe me. I left on my 16th birthday. I thought this was the start of my adult life, but others have referred to it as my "running away."
 
Reading these posts explains so very much as to how scarred and defensive a person gets from their younger years.
Trying to impress and flaunt exaggerations in their older years is still covering up the scars.

It makes me sad actually.
 
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NorthernLight said:
When I was -- I don't know, 12 maybe? -- our father told my brother and me that we couldn't come into the house until we found a lost item. We knew we'd never find it, so we lay down in the ditch to sleep. We hoped that a kind neighbor would see us there and rescue us. Then our father opened the door and said he'd found the item in the house, right where it was supposed to be.

At age 14, I decided I'd leave on my 16th birthday -- the first day it was legal to do so. I only told one person, who I'm sure didn't believe me. I left on my 16th birthday. I thought this was the start of my adult life, but others have referred to it as my "running away."
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You truly haven't had a happy life, @NorthernLight. You are brave to share what you do, and I wish you only good things in the coming years ahead. Hugs to you.
 
NorthernLight said:
When I was -- I don't know, 12 maybe? -- our father told my brother and me that we couldn't come into the house until we found a lost item. We knew we'd never find it, so we lay down in the ditch to sleep. We hoped that a kind neighbor would see us there and rescue us. Then our father opened the door and said he'd found the item in the house, right where it was supposed to be.

At age 14, I decided I'd leave on my 16th birthday -- the first day it was legal to do so. I only told one person, who I'm sure didn't believe me. I left on my 16th birthday. I thought this was the start of my adult life, but others have referred to it as my "running away."
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This is almost a carbon copy of what prompted me to finally run away at 16 after years of abuse .. after my father locked me out of the house at midnight on a freezing icy winter's night.

I had no coat, sat on the doorstep all night, so cold I thought I was going to die...

He threatened my siblings with the same if they tossed a coat or blanket out for me... my crime.. ?.. to be late home by 5 minutes !!
 
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I thought about it a few times. I packed a bag, nicked a couple of biscuits so I wouldn't be hungry and helped myself to some pennies from the change dad kept on the side but, I always had second thoughts; who would look after teddy bear and my baby doll? I had no option but to stay until they were able to look after themselves. They are still sitting in my cupboard now! :)
 
Home was great, but my older brother decided to run away just for the adventure of it when he was 9. I asked him if I could go with him. I'd just turned 7. He said I could, but he warned me that if I slowed him down, I had to turn around and go home alone.

We got as far as Morrison Creek, about 2.5 miles from the ranch. The creek was all swollen from several days of rain. Looked more like a river than a creek, and the water was moving really fast.

We sat down and ate some food we brought, and as we watched a big chunk of someone's wooden fence float by, my brother said "I don't think this water's gonna go down for a while," meaning the water level, and he suggested we try again in summer.

Lots of summers came and went since then, but that particular summer never did.
 
I was 10 and my mom told me to watch my 3-year-old brother while she did something in the house. I told her to watch him herself as he was her kid. She came after me with a wooden spoon and I took off. I walked through 3 towns to my cousin's house and unbeknownst to me, my dad wasn't far behind in our car.

After a lot of back and forth, I finally agreed to go home as long as my Aunt drove me. When I got there again, my mother just said to me, "don't you ever do that again." I simply walked to my bedroom and promptly go ready for bed. Subject never broached again.
 
I was four. I wasn't supposed to cross the street alone. But I got mad, packed my dolly in my buggy with
a sandwich and a sweater and took off!
I made it all the way across town and my Dad found me before dark.
He was soft-spoken, asked where I was going? I said "to the next town and I'm not going home!"
He asked where I would sleep? I said, "Don't worry about me! I'll sleep in the grass!"
He asked what I would eat? I said, "I got a peanut butter sandwich!"
Anyway, he persuaded me to go home with him, but I was still defiant! Haha! I miss my Dad!
 
couple of times,about 5,my folkes said goodbye,,i got arond the block,and it thundered and lightening,so run back to the front porch,was let in and sent straight to bed,,,
another time about 10,slept in my friends shed for a night lol,scary
 
I was about 7. I packed my tiny suitcase with my favorite green sweater and a string of beads and took off for my grandmother's house. When I reached the end of our street I stopped, because I wasn't allowed to cross the road.

So I headed back home and hid in the wellhouse. That'll show them! They'll look all over for me and they won't be able to find me. The wellhouse is dark and damp and full of creepy-crawlies. I peek out and see through the kitchen window that they're all sitting down for dinner......WITHOUT ME! Hmmmm, must think about this.

Finally, I head inside. Nobody indicates that they've noticed that I've been gone....for hours and hours and hours and hours (it was probably closer to 30 minutes). I'm crushed but I'm also hungry, so I get over it.

I never realized that my mother knew where I was all along.
 

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