Runaway

Sure, at one time or another, we all have wanted to

run away... but have you ever run away?

where and how and how many times?

Somewhere around the age of 8, I got upset

with my mother.  And I ran away.. allllllllll

the way across the field.. Which was about

5 or so acres.  I didn't do a very good job

of it. After all, I didn't run away a lot. And

I really didn't know anyone who had run

away.  So I walked across that field like

a big shot... got to the other end.. where

the highway was.. and sat down in the grass.

Sat there for a while.  Laid down and

watched the clouds ago by.  And sat up

again.  About that time Mr. Armbrust

who own the motel there across the

stone fence, came out and waved.  And

it dawn on me.. I forgot lunch, heck

I forgot anything to eat or drink. And

even tho it was summer, I didn't bring a

blanket either.  I am thinking this was not

a good plan.. So I got up and went home..

AND NO ONE HAD MISSED ME!!!.

What a bummer. But I wasn't mad anymore.

The next time. well, actually I didn't run

away.  But was caught talking about it.

There I was, on my hands and knees scrubbing

the floor at the age of about 35.  I was disgusted

with the kids.. I was disgusted with the old man.

I was disgusted with life.. AND as I scrubbed

really hard in my anger... I said.. "You know, 

I am fed up, I am going to run away after I

finish this floor"... only to be wakening up

from my little world, with laughter.  It was a

friend of ours, who came in to use the bathroom.

He said, after he got finish laughing... so when you

go, can I go with you?  I said sure...and we both laughed.

I don't remember any of my kids wanting to run

away. I am sure they thought it, but none acted on

it.  Or if they did, maybe like me.. no one noticed.