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Did You Ever Run Away From Home When You Were Younger? I never did, because I knew that if I were to run away, and my parents would find out, I would be in deep trouble. RIP, mom. I will forever miss and love you. | |
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nope. never did. i guess i knew they'd just find me and bring me back. besides, i never really wanted to run away | |
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Once, when I was like 10 or 11 - in the dead of winter. I can't remember why I was upset but remember that I had decided that I was going to live in the woods.
I think I lasted 20 minutes then came home. | |
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I did once when I was 8 or 9. I don't remember exactly what I did, but I got in big trouble with my parents and I ran away to my neighbor's backyard. I was too afraid to go any farther than that. I stayed there for about 2 hours. | |
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When I was 12, to escape the cruel treatment of my mom and dad, I actually left a week long family reuinion. It was only the first day and my mother had humiliated me in front of the entire family.
I was so angry at them that I snuck out of my aunt's house and escaped. The problem is that my Aunt lived in a less than desirable part of town in an urban area. A place I was completely not familiar with. I had made about 5 miles or so through some rough, dank places before the cold set in and it started to rain. I remember cowering in an alley to try and stay dry and warm--it literally smelled like piss and mold. I was sooooo...scared. Hours must have gone by, (I had left well before evening), and the sun had set already. The temperatures kept dropping, and I remember wishing so badly that I could go back with some pride, to a different family, and that this day would just pass. I woke up just before sunrise when the black sky was turning midnight blue. The problem with being in a city is you never really see the blackness of the sky--just a pale orange glow everywhere reflective off the clouds above. Everything seemed washed in death. I can't remember how it started, but I was approached by two homelss men who were making jokes and trying to have 'conversation'.. It wasn't long before more turned up, and the next I know I was cornered and felt like I was being attacked by wolves, their arms and fangs upon me. They each demanded my money (I didn't have any), and then proceeded to knock me around cursing at me. I screamed, I cried, I tried to cover my face. The next thing I know a prostitute who was retiring for the night came walking up and cursed at all of them. She hit a few of them with her purse, and pulled me close to her, cursing away. I was so scared, that I clung to her like she was my own mother. I don't remember the walk back to her apartment, but when I entered it, I remember seeing that it was basically a small, one-room efficiency that she shared with her song\, who was a young man of about 19 or 20 years old. She told me I could sleep on the 'spare matress' and not to worry. Her son who had just gotten in himself from a night hanging out with his 'gang' started talking to me about the glamorous life of being a gang member. I was sooooo tired. Sooooo lonely, and sooooo miserable. But I dared not pretend like I wasn't interested in what he had to say, as admiring a 9mil he had aquired the week before. none of this story is actually true, but the point to all of this, is that you shouldn't run away from home--it's a scary world out there. . [Edited 6/13/08 12:00pm] | |
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^^^^ almost read all that then I remembered your other stories that weren't true Rhythm floods my heart♥The melody it feeds my soul | |
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veronikka said: ^^^^ almost read all that then I remembered your other stories that weren't true
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Imago said: and the next I know I was cornered and felt like I was being attacked by wolves, their arms and fangs upon me. They each demanded my money (I didn't have any), and then proceeded to knock me around cursing at me. I screamed, I cried, I tried to cover my face.
The next thing I know a prostitute who was retiring for the night came walking up and cursed at all of them. She hit a few of them with her purse, and pulled me close to her, cursing away. I was so scared, that I clung to her like she was my own mother. it's okay sweetie. just stay away from the P & R forum from now on | |
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XxAxX said: Imago said: and the next I know I was cornered and felt like I was being attacked by wolves, their arms and fangs upon me. They each demanded my money (I didn't have any), and then proceeded to knock me around cursing at me. I screamed, I cried, I tried to cover my face.
The next thing I know a prostitute who was retiring for the night came walking up and cursed at all of them. She hit a few of them with her purse, and pulled me close to her, cursing away. I was so scared, that I clung to her like she was my own mother. it's okay sweetie. just stay away from the P & R forum from now on | |
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veronikka said: ^^^^ almost read all that then I remembered your other stories that weren't true
....I did the same thing. Remember the kissing grandma one.... "Always blessings, never losses......"
Ya te dije....no manches guey!!!!! I'm a guy!!!! "....i can open my-eyes "underwater"..there4 i will NOT drown...." - mzkqueen03 | |
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Sowhat said: veronikka said: ^^^^ almost read all that then I remembered your other stories that weren't true
....I did the same thing. Remember the kissing grandma one.... | |
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Imago said: Sowhat said: ....I did the same thing. Remember the kissing grandma one.... "Always blessings, never losses......"
Ya te dije....no manches guey!!!!! I'm a guy!!!! "....i can open my-eyes "underwater"..there4 i will NOT drown...." - mzkqueen03 | |
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Sowhat said: veronikka said: ^^^^ almost read all that then I remembered your other stories that weren't true
....I did the same thing. Remember the kissing grandma one.... Here it is This is the one..... Imago said Soft, supple lips touching mine, slowly applying increasing moistened pressure, as I felt the warmth of her breath upon the side of my face, arms reaching around my waste, chest pressed tightly against me. My trembling could be drowned out only by the beating of my own heart, and as our tongues penetrated each other's mouths, feeling the warmth and wetness of her kiss was like nothing I have ever experienced up to that point. It seemed to last seconds to hours, and left me bereft of a firm footing on time and space, dizzy from the sudden rush of blood to my now flustered cheeks. It took everything in me to say, "no, Grandmom, I meant, give me one of those Hershey's Kisses there on the table behind you!"
"Always blessings, never losses......"
Ya te dije....no manches guey!!!!! I'm a guy!!!! "....i can open my-eyes "underwater"..there4 i will NOT drown...." - mzkqueen03 | |
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Sowhat said: Here it is This is the one..... Imago said Soft, supple lips touching mine, slowly applying increasing moistened pressure, as I felt the warmth of her breath upon the side of my face, arms reaching around my waste, chest pressed tightly against me. My trembling could be drowned out only by the beating of my own heart, and as our tongues penetrated each other's mouths, feeling the warmth and wetness of her kiss was like nothing I have ever experienced up to that point. It seemed to last seconds to hours, and left me bereft of a firm footing on time and space, dizzy from the sudden rush of blood to my now flustered cheeks. It took everything in me to say, "no, Grandmom, I meant, give me one of those Hershey's Kisses there on the table behind you!"
if all those stories got put together it would probably make a fucking bizarre novella HE'S COMING AGAIN | |
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Imago said Soft, supple lips touching mine, slowly applying increasing moistened pressure, as I felt the warmth of her breath upon the side of my face, arms reaching around my waste, chest pressed tightly against me. My trembling could be drowned out only by the beating of my own heart, and as our tongues penetrated each other's mouths, feeling the warmth and wetness of her kiss was like nothing I have ever experienced up to that point. It seemed to last seconds to hours, and left me bereft of a firm footing on time and space, dizzy from the sudden rush of blood to my now flustered cheeks. It took everything in me to say, "no, Grandmom, I meant, give me one of those Hershey's Kisses there on the table behind you!"
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Imago wherever it is you work ain't good enough for you. you needs to go work for the Onion. i mean TODAY!!!! you and Anx, both. damn! | |
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XxAxX said: Imago wherever it is you work ain't good enough for you. you needs to go work for the Onion. i mean TODAY!!!! you and Anx, both. damn!
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Protege said: Sowhat said: Here it is This is the one..... Imago said if all those stories got put together it would probably make a fucking bizarre novella Al diablo con los tontos. "Always blessings, never losses......"
Ya te dije....no manches guey!!!!! I'm a guy!!!! "....i can open my-eyes "underwater"..there4 i will NOT drown...." - mzkqueen03 | |
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Sowhat said: Protege said: if all those stories got put together it would probably make a fucking bizarre novella Al diablo con los tontos. !!! HE'S COMING AGAIN | |
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my sisters were going to babysit me and i had become convinced that when my parents left julie would tie me up with the skipping rope and feed me that luncheon meat with cheese and pasta mixed in it i was about five years old and had already been veggie for three years.
i planned my escape. i would sneak out to where my bike was and ride it from the farm yard to the highway. i would follow the trees so they wouldn't be able to see me. i got to the highway and nervously crossed it. i'm sure i looked both ways a million times before i walked over it. i was heading the mile into town when a familiar face pulled over and asked me if i needed a ride. being the polite kid that i was i didn't want to hurt his feelings. i told him i was sure he was somebody's friend but he wasn't mine so no thank you. his mother would chuckle over that one many times. i had to decide which aunt's house to go to. i decided upon aunty mae's house as she had g.i. joe's to play with and i thought aunt emma would give me heck for running away. turns out my sister's hadn't even noticed i was gone yet. there was no scolding when my parents picked me up but my mother says when i went to bed that night i asked her if god still loved bad little girls to which she laughed and said yes, even little girls that run away. so cute you want to barf! | |
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Imago said: XxAxX said: Imago wherever it is you work ain't good enough for you. you needs to go work for the Onion. i mean TODAY!!!! you and Anx, both. damn!
if you rounded up 2the9s the three of you could prob'ly start your own venue.. wait a sec. unless you are all actually one and the same ORGer which i sometimes wonder. | |
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I ran away when I was 6 years old. My mother had thrown away all my toys because I didn't clean my room and I was pissed. I took off on my bike and rode up to the candy store a couple of blocks away, in the ghetto. After buying some candy, I sat outside of the store for about 30 minutes (I was 6 years old though so it may have actually only been 5 minutes). When no one came to get me, I headed back home. My mom never knew I was gone.
And for the record, she didn't actually throw away my toys. She put them in a storage room in the basement and only told me she threw them away. She surprised me with them a couple of weeks later. Shake it til ya make it | |
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JuliePurplehead said: I ran away when I was 6 years old. My mother had thrown away all my toys because I didn't clean my room and I was pissed. I took off on my bike and rode up to the candy store a couple of blocks away, in the ghetto. After buying some candy, I sat outside of the store for about 30 minutes (I was 6 years old though so it may have actually only been 5 minutes). When no one came to get me, I headed back home. My mom never knew I was gone.
And for the record, she didn't actually throw away my toys. She put them in a storage room in the basement and only told me she threw them away. She surprised me with them a couple of weeks later. Rhythm floods my heart♥The melody it feeds my soul | |
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veronikka said: JuliePurplehead said: I ran away when I was 6 years old. My mother had thrown away all my toys because I didn't clean my room and I was pissed. I took off on my bike and rode up to the candy store a couple of blocks away, in the ghetto. After buying some candy, I sat outside of the store for about 30 minutes (I was 6 years old though so it may have actually only been 5 minutes). When no one came to get me, I headed back home. My mom never knew I was gone.
And for the record, she didn't actually throw away my toys. She put them in a storage room in the basement and only told me she threw them away. She surprised me with them a couple of weeks later. And the "Mother of the Year" award goes to...Mrs Purplehead! Shake it til ya make it | |
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Imago said: When I was 12, to escape the cruel treatment of my mom and dad, I actually left a week long family reuinion. It was only the first day and my mother had humiliated me in front of the entire family.
I was so angry at them that I snuck out of my aunt's house and escaped. The problem is that my Aunt lived in a less than desirable part of town in an urban area. A place I was completely not familiar with. I had made about 5 miles or so through some rough, dank places before the cold set in and it started to rain. I remember cowering in an alley to try and stay dry and warm--it literally smelled like piss and mold. I was sooooo...scared. Hours must have gone by, (I had left well before evening), and the sun had set already. The temperatures kept dropping, and I remember wishing so badly that I could go back with some pride, to a different family, and that this day would just pass. I woke up just before sunrise when the black sky was turning midnight blue. The problem with being in a city is you never really see the blackness of the sky--just a pale orange glow everywhere reflective off the clouds above. Everything seemed washed in death. I can't remember how it started, but I was approached by two homelss men who were making jokes and trying to have 'conversation'.. It wasn't long before more turned up, and the next I know I was cornered and felt like I was being attacked by wolves, their arms and fangs upon me. They each demanded my money (I didn't have any), and then proceeded to knock me around cursing at me. I screamed, I cried, I tried to cover my face. The next thing I know a prostitute who was retiring for the night came walking up and cursed at all of them. She hit a few of them with her purse, and pulled me close to her, cursing away. I was so scared, that I clung to her like she was my own mother. I don't remember the walk back to her apartment, but when I entered it, I remember seeing that it was basically a small, one-room efficiency that she shared with her song\, who was a young man of about 19 or 20 years old. She told me I could sleep on the 'spare matress' and not to worry. Her son who had just gotten in himself from a night hanging out with his 'gang' started talking to me about the glamorous life of being a gang member. I was sooooo tired. Sooooo lonely, and sooooo miserable. But I dared not pretend like I wasn't interested in what he had to say, as admiring a 9mil he had aquired the week before. none of this story is actually true, but the point to all of this, is that you shouldn't run away from home--it's a scary world out there. . [Edited 6/13/08 12:00pm] I don't like you Imago... I remember reading another story of yours and getting so into it. I felt bad for you, then you said at the end it wasn't true. grr..I was so into this one too...and it's not true...grrrr | |
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my mom would have beat the hell out of me if I ran away. I was so scared of her.... | |
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no, though i got kicked out a couple of times. | |
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When I was approximately 7 or 8, I once dramatically announced my plans to run away because I did not appreciate that evening's supper menu, nor my mother's subsequent insistance that I would be eating it anyhow.
But, due to my being a rather lazy and prissy child, I also did not care for the idea of the necessary long walk to the nearest park, or for the summer heat, bugs and lack of television that lifestyle would involve. So, instead of actually running away, I hid under the bed. When suppertime rolled around and my absence was finally noticed, it was of course assumed I'd made good on my earlier threat, and I spent the next couple hours listening to my parents searching for me and becoming increasingly more upset. Finally it occured to my father to check under the bed and I was discovered. At this point I will end this story in the interest of keeping it free of violence and foul languange. [Edited 6/13/08 16:29pm] | |
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psychodelicide said: I never did, because I knew that if I were to run away, and my parents would find out, I would be in deep trouble.
me too i was the goodie too-shoes my sister on the other hand seems that i was busy doing something close to nothing, but different than the day before | |
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I was very young not sure how old maybe 5 yrs old. I remember packing my little suitcase and telling my mom that I was going to live with my grandmother. I couldn't remember all the details so I had to ask my mom why I was upset with her at that time. It seems my father was supposed to come to visit me and never did. Yes my mother and father were divorced when I was very young. So I was upset that he never came and my mother told not to cry but I did. Then I told her I was leaving and going to my grandmothers. Mom said ok and I marched through the yard to the building next door....mom watched me all the way I think I stayed at my grandmothers for an hour or so and then I went back home. Btw, I never did see my father ever again. C'est la vie! [Edited 6/13/08 17:24pm] | |
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