When she was 14 years old, our daughter ran away from home. Well, actually, she drove a friend of hers to her sister's house because her father locked her out of her own home. Her sister lives about 150 miles away. When we woke up in the morning and there was no car in the driveway, we called the police. It turns out the friend is the daughter of a local sherriff He said don't report hem as runaways. Say they took the car without permission. We did as he suggested. Daughter dropped friend off at sister's house, then fell asleep in the reclining seats in the Volvo- not knowing she was parked in front of the house of another sheriff, who told her she was in trouble. After a frantic phone call in which I told her to go with the nice policeman and we would pick her up in a few hours. Hubby got a speeding ticket on way to Jacksonville. On the way home I drove the Volve, hubby drove the chevy van. We got a flat tire. Hubby got home, no key. Had to take the front door off to get into the house. We hitched a ride with tow truck driver. On the radio was playing "Don't worry, Be happy". Punishment consisted of a 1500 word essay on what she learned from the experience. Later she used the essay in a speech class in college and got an A. Moral of the story: you can't run away from your problems.