Three attempts
First when I was quite young, I'd had a right bollocking off the parents and decided that was enough. I grabbed a handful of cash off the sideboard when no one was looking and headed for the hills. I came back when I realised that I didn't even have enough money to buy the Power Rangers action figure I had wanted.

The second time was ever so slightly more successful. Same type of deal, money from the sideboard and leg it, but this time I had grabbed a bit more and had taken a bag of stuff with me. Me and some friends went down to the local Somerfield and stocked up on supplies, then trotted off up a mountain and lit a campfire, on which we brewed lukewarm tea in a plastic bottle. My uncle found us an hour or two later and sent us all home.

Third time I didn't even get out of the house. I had surreptitiously packed supplies I had been gathering for the past few nights and grabbed a sleeping bag. Not wanting to disturb my parents I decided I would leave via my bedroom window. I threw my sleeping bag and rucksack out, then proceeded to climb out onto the window ledge. Eventually I think I must have figured out that running away wouldn't be possible as two broken legs mean that any sort of running would be out of the question.

It was quite embarrasing strolling out the front door to collect my stuff and to have to walk back in past my father and explaining that I was planning on running away but had decided not to after all.

Bugger.
( shovelboy This is bad - Two minutes to Belgium, Fri 11 Aug 2006, 15:39, Reply)