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!
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DigMeNow said:

prb said:

Tis ok... Thank you prb It use to bother me that he never had any contact with me but I think I'm finally ok with it now. Besides mom did an awesome job raising me.

No, I never did although I said I was going to when I was 6 years old. I was upset for something I can't remember and said I was running away to my friend's house. My mom packed my little suitcase and put me out the door while I was still in my nightgown. I had a cold too! She told me, "Ok, bye!" and closed the door on me. I just stood outside the door and cried.

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.


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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.
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Imago said:

Sweetie, I got to the third paragraph and immediately realized I was basically reading something like one of the musicals my friends would write for school projects at Tisch. However, you left out the gay vampires and gender bending boredello owners .

You are correct in that it's a scary world out there, though. But after i tought about it for a miniute, I honestly believe every kid has their own reason for running away from home. Be it 2 hours or 2 days. For me it's unusual to hear of a kid running away from one simple act of humilation. From what I understand, unless they're kind of young and it's just reflective of a temper tantrum, once they're a bit older usually those incidents reflect a build-up of unresolved domestic issues that have been festering for a while. While I think leaving home is not a good thing in most cases, I would also argue that a small percentage of teenagers are cognizant enough to realize they got stuck with crappy, dysfunctional parents, and are better off reared by relatives, different guardians, or in rare instances, completely emancipated when they are of legal age.

While I truly believe kids need to keep their asses at home with mom and dad...at the same time I think there are certainly examples where I could never say "never" leave home

But I do like the way you wrote your post and think music needs to be composed to it, sort of like a scarier teenage version of the musical "Passing Strange"

Several times but the most critical was when I had just turned 16 and gotten my drivers license. My dad was raging drunk and I was scared for my siblings ~ previous calls to the police had provided no help. I packed everyone (five of us and the dog) into the car and drove them to my boyfriend's. It was about 11:00pm. My dad called the police and told them I had kidnapped his children. They found us easily as I had called my mom to let her know we were safe. The police finally intervened to calm my dad down and I brought everyone home. That's probably why I work at a runaway shelter.

MoonSongs said:

Moonstar319 said:

She was probably watching out the window....