June 19, 2002
Running Away
When I was a baby, my brother got mad at my mom because she wasn't paying enough attention to him. He stomped off to his room, packed up his favorite toys, packed himself a snack, and ran away from home... all the way to the next-door neighbors' house. My mom knew what he was doing, and kept an eye on him. After hearing my brother's tale of woe, the neighbor called my mom and said "Your son is here; I'll keep him until dinner time, and then send him home."
My mom told me this story earlier tonight. I knew it was either me or my brother that had run away from home, but I couldn't remember which of us it was. She says I never ran away -- I was always too happy at home, I guess.
I wouldn't mind running away now, though. Pack up my favorite toys and a snack, and just take off. Maybe I wouldn't go far, and I'd probably come back. But just to take a break, run away from everything familiar, have an adventure or two... that might be nice.
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Posted by Mary Ellen at June 19, 2002 09:36 AM