The Day I Ran Away From Home

Technically I didn’t ‘run away’ but technically I did… let me explain lol.

I can’t remember how old I was but I know it was definitely before I got into year 2. So anyway my mum said  we could go to my cousins house at a previous date, probably within that week. So it was a Saturday and I asked if we could finally go, I remember at the time my mum was watching the lottery numbers on the TV she said “No, maybe tomorrow”. I don’t remember what she said exactly said but it was something along the lines of “another time”.

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(Here’s me and my cousin I wanted to visit [he’s at the back], I was probably a bit older than this at the time)

I was pretty annoyed about it at the time because my mum said we would go and I wanted to go on that day, so me being the stupid child I was I decided to get my bike and make my way myself.

I don’t know if you can see it but its the little bike behind the big one (I wasn’t bothered to move all the stuff in front just to get a full picture of the bike).

Now, I know you must be thinking “how’s your mum just letting you to leave the house like that at such a young age without saying anything”, but back where I used to live all the kids used to play out on the street so it was normal, like literally, everyone knew everyone so it was calm and whenever my mum needed me to come back she would just come outside and call my name, so it was nothing out of the ordinary.

So here I am riding my bike with my stabilizers to what I think is to my cousins house (I was fully convinced I knew the way), just to side track from the story kind of, people were actually helping me on my way lol. My stabilizers would not go over those little bumps on the where the crossings were and people were pushing me along when I was struggling to get over them without questioning what this little boy is doing or where he is going lol.

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(These little bumps in case you didn’t know what I was talking about)

Anyway as you already guessed I got lost, I don’t know where the hell I thought I was going when I look back at it.

So now i don’t know where I am and I’m just riding around on the pavement with no destination and no idea of how to get home. I remember along the way I met this this guy and he was the only person that asked me what the hell I’m doing, so after we spoke I think he called the police or something to come get me because I was lost and he actually bought me chewing gum, which was kool of him. A little while later the police came and picked me up, my mum had already called the police so I think they knew my description and that so they knew where to take me so they took me home. When I got home they started questioning me, asking me “Why did you run away” and things like that and I swear to God I was not fazed at all. I wasn’t even responding to them I was literally like “look at my toy” and just playing around loool.

I don’t remember what happened after that and to be honest I was a very stupid child… I mean I’m still stupid now but I just have a bit more sense.

I feel like there has to be a moral to this story so If I had to think of one it would be make sure you plan your journey before running away from home 😊

 

 

 

(You know I’m joking lol, don’t run away from home)

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