Did you ever think about running away from home?

I was raised by my grandparents, so one day I was mad about something so I decided to run away. Grandma said I couldn't go go my aunts house, about a mile away. I could only go to my fathers apt about 3 miles away. So I started walking, grandma sent my young uncle (her son) to make sure I was OK, so I made it about a mile , but saw my uncle walking behind me, so I went back told him I changed my mind. We walked back home.

Our oldest daughter decided to run away (she was 3 or 4 and saw it on TV) so I packed her an over night bag. I put a very heavy medical book in the bottom covered it with some PJ's, then I tied 5 pennies in a handkerchief, and handed her her doll and the pennies. Told her bye bye and off she went. I was hiding behind bushes as I followed her.. She got about 3 doors down the block when an airplane went over head ( loud noised really bothered her) at the same time a little dog rushed out of a yard barking at her. Then a very old lady came out of her house, so I had to show myself. I explained to the old lady that my daughter was running away so no problem. So I told my kid she could go home but I never wanted to hear her say she wanted to run away. So home we went , got to the door step and she said she wanted to run away again so I pushed her out the door step, She changed her mind real quick. She never said it again.

We had 3 teenagers at the same time, I often wished I could run away!
 
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I had a great childhood, too, but I did run away once. I was 6 and my dad spanked me for throwing a dirt clod full force at my brother. It hit him in the eye and he had go to the doctor and have it irrigated and examined. The cornea was scratched a bit but the doc said it would heal just fine. Mom had to squeeze some kind of ointment into his eye 3 times a day, when she changed the bandage.

The spanking came before the trip to the doctor and all that. Dad was super angry when he spanked me, so it hurt a lot, but when he saw my brother bandaged up, he was even angrier, so I packed a few things in a paper bag and sneaked out. I packed several items, but I only remember the underwear and an old tin truck that I liked. And I grabbed some cookies and a peach from the kitchen on my way to the back door.

We'd only lived on the farm for about a year, and I didn't have any idea about how to get to town so I went to the neighboring farm, about a 20 minute walk, and asked Mr. Gregory for a ride. While he drove, I told him all about what happened and why I was taking it on the lam. But I clammed up the second that traitor pulled onto the road that led up to our farm.

I don't think I've ever hung my head so low as I did on the walk to our front door. I didn't get a second spanking but I heard a lecture I thought would never end.
 
Yes I ran away several times when I was little, and once alone with my brother who is a year younger than me.. we were caught and taken back..

When I was 15 my father locked me out of the house all night when there was snow on the ground and was only wearing a thin sleeveless dress. I sat on the snowy dooorstep all night convinced I was going to die from the cold .. even my mother wouldn't allow me in. This was my punishment for being 5 minutes late home.(My brother looked out of the upstairs window and called to me he wanted to throw a blanket out to me but had been threatened by my father if he did..
A couple of days later I got on a train with the very little money I had.. my friend who was also going through troubles at home came with me., we didn't know where we would end up, or what would happen to use but we had to go.. and we did.

Long story short, we ended up in the Salvation army hostel for women in Dundee Scotland ..without them I have no idea where my life would have ultimately ended up
 
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No, but I wish I had. It would really have pi$$ed of my mother who would have worried herself sick about what people would think of her. I contented myself by playing 'mind games' with her. It was fun suggesting I should do things that she wouldn't approve of. Oh dear, what would people have thought of her?
 
Do you mean when I was a kid or since I've been grown?

I ran away once on the day after Christmas. We'd just come back stateside after the war and were living with my maternal grandparents. I don't remember why I was running away, just that I did. Took my new doll buggy and new dolly and wheeled them through the sNOw to my paternal grandparents' home, just a few blocks away.

It was time for lunch, and my grandfather always had lunch at home, so after Grandma called and let my mother know where I was and had fed us, Grandpa drove me back from whence I came! By then I'd had some exercise, had eaten, and just wanted a nap.

Since I've been grown? Oh, yeah! Especially when my kids were teens.

Since they've been grown? Nope.

Since DH died and I moved here? Often. Except it wouldn't be called running away from home, it would be running to home. However, my self knows that it's just not a great idea. I'm not about to live in a brutal climate where winter usually starts in mid-October and lasts until May, where the annual sNOwfall is between 150-200", where it's not unusual for the winter temps to dip below -30F, where nearly all of my old friends have already died.

So I stay. Besides, I don't have a doll buggy so what would I use to take my belongings along?
 
Oh Yes. Age four! I took my lunch sandwich, my favorite doll a sweater for nighttime and a toy baby carriage. Walked to the other side of town! My Dad didn't catch up to me until it was getting dark.
i wasn't supposed to even cross the street yet.
 
Yes did it. I was very young. Wasn't my idea though but I went along with it. Was the oldest sibling of a family of 4 brothers (I was
friends with all of them) claim.

He said "Let's run away" and I agreed so we snuck back to his backyard and into the woods and made a trail so we wouldn't
be spotted by passerby's. We made it up into the local deli about 3/4 mile away, went inside and put our coins together to purchase
a loaf of bread and then asked Rocky (the store owner) what we could get with the rest of the change we had produced?
He went to his meat counter and sliced off 4 pieces of bologna, wrapped & handed it to us.

We went behind his delicatessen, back into the woods and found a big rock to sit on and divided our goods and ate them.
After we were done my older friend wasn't sure what we should do so we went back to his house. I went home.

I don't completely remember completely but I'm pretty sure nobody ever even noticed!
 
I wanted to run away from home after being hospitalized after retirement. I was unable to care for my house, garage, car and yard. I wanted to run away from my house to some sort of senior apartment or assisted living where most of the maintenance is done for you. But I had all this stuff I had collected all my life and need to get rid off. I'm not physically able to box the stuff up to donate and I sure don't want to take it with me to a new location.
 
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