Running Away From Home
One day, maybe when I was in first or second grade, I decided to runaway from home. What an absolutely, positively exciting thing! I clearly remember the fire running through my veins and the excitement that I could not contain. I went into the house and announced to my mom and my little sister (who could care less) that I was running away and that they should not bother to chase me down–I would not come back!
My mother looked at me and there was a long, long pause. And then she said, “You should have a lunch.” I was elated! Striking out on my own and with food! What more could you want? And I knew that I could “borrow” water from anyone’s hose since they didn’t lock their sprinklers up at night. We made the lunch together, I remember standing on a chair with her and spreading the peanut butter out on the bread. I am pretty sure we put it in a lunch box from dad’s work and then–well, I was ready.
I gave my mom a kiss and ran out the front door. I got to the sidewalk and know that I looked left and pondered and then I looked right and wondered…”Where, O Where is the adventure?” I chose to go the left because in my very small world, there were only houses to the right but to the left…an exciting sports field with pine trees to climb, liquor bottles to collect, bad guys, and long fields of green grass! I literally ran to the hole in the fence that we used for access and circled the field twice, hiding, of course, from the maintenance workers since they must have been the “bad guys” in my adventure. Eventually, I remember climbing one of the pine trees, finding a wide branch, and eating my lunch while viewing my very own world.
I often wonder how my mom stayed hidden from view.
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