This the second time I "ran away"
This time I'm living with my parents but after staying with my Grandparents I had gotten used to being very independent so when I decided to go tadpole hunting it never even occurred to me to tell anyone where I was going(I was four years old)

I made some sandwiches put them in a Wonder bread plastic bag with a can of soda I took my tricycle(that had a wagon attached to the back) and hit the road...I traveled about a half a mile pedaling my trike on the highway to my friend's house...he had a similar Wonder bread bag and sat in the wagon with his feet out the back so he could push us along as I was really tired from pedaling that far

We went down a dead end road part way between our houses where there was a small stream with plenty of frogs and tadpoles...after eating all our food we used the bags to catch tadpoles...we both were completely covered in mud when we decided to go home

I took him back to his house and I hosed myself off in his milk house figuring my Mom would never know I had been gone if I was still clean

Once I got close to my house I noticed about a dozen cars in our driveway...my first thought was a party was going on and I was missing it but as I got even closer I saw the men had maps on the picnic table and were assigning areas for search parties...looking for me

It seems when I parents couldn't find me they called everyone in the county to find me...as I rolled into the driveway it got very quiet...one of the men called for my Mom to come outside and when she saw me...as first she was worried I might be hurt but when I saw I wasn't hurt...I got hauled into the house with all the men laughing...once inside you can guess what happened next

BTW At the time I was an only child so it was noticed fairly quickly I was missing but my friend had six siblings and everyone thought he was with someone else so he didn't get into trouble...until my Mom called his Mom and told her what we had done
(Inventor of the slipless banana peel, Sat 12 Aug 2006, 3:51, Reply)