Good Sunday to you all...and I hope it's a pleasant anf cheerful one. I've been overrun with grandchildren today and tonight and I'm pooped. I love them but oh do I get tired. The littlest one, almost 10 months old, stayed here while mommy and daddy went to dinner and she was NOT a happy camper. She's at that age when she doesn't not want mom to get out of sight. I did feel sorry for her but little ones do get past these things. At one point she started crawling toward the back door as if she was going to leave...lol That started me thinking about
a time when I was about
7-8 years old which is the inspiration for today's subject...
Once I ran away from home. Here's the story...
I had a 'regular' childhood. Lived in a small town and my best friend lived next door. Homes were usually on about
an acre of land...some a bit more and some a bit less. We knew about
everyone in our town and we lived on the north boundary so we had lots of woods to play in. One summer day my girlfriend and I had asked our parents for permission to do something...I think we wanted a ride to a local lake to swim, not quite sure now...lol... and we were turned down. We were so abuse..lmbo...at least we thought and decided we'd had enough. It was time to run away from home and show them! We decided we needed some supplies and all we could think of was food. So we each went to our own house and came back with the items that were on our list. That was mighty simple because all we wanted was a box of cold cereal, some milk, and utensils to eat is. We didn't have an final destination but our first hideout was in the ditch across the road. Gosh, it must have been at least 100' from my house.
So there we were in the ditch and decided we were getting mighty hungry from our long travels.Out came our rations and we each ate a bowl or two of Wheaties...yumm-o! Then we sat with full tummies and wondered what to do next. We were getting pretty bored but had no idea what fugitives did all day. It was nearing the dinner hour when I heard the door to my house
open and mom's voice rang out..."Supper time! Where are you?" Again she called..."Supper time! Where are you?" We NEVER refused to answer our parents...ever!
If they called you answered...end of story. I started to panic and couldn't imagine what punishment I was in for because I didn't answer. It only too one or two more called and we gave up. Besides our rations were getting low and we might not have enough to make it til morning. So we popped out of the ditch and scurried back to my house, hid our leftover supplies and I went into the house while my best friend went across the field to her house. Our parents were none the wiser and we barely kept our fannies out of trouble....Whew...wasn't going to do that again!
It wasn't until many years later when I was thinking about
our adventure that I realized our moms knew about
it all along. My friend's mom always rang her triangular dinner bell when she was to go home and it never rang. My mom always called out the back door for me which was in the direction of where we played. This time she called out the front door, right across from where we were hiding in the ditch. They knew and were giving us the opportunity of coming home before our dads got into the fracas. What a couple of dunderheads...lmbo
I guess this got to be longer than I planned but the memories are fun. Thanks for indulging me. Has anyone else 'ran away from home'? Or maybe a friend or sibling tried. What's YOUR story...
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