Running away
Two friends ran away from boarding school. They didn't get too far though - they forgot to check when the last train ran. A teacher found them sitting waiting and drove them back again.
That said, it's not just a thing kids do - the urge to just run is built into all of us. Tell us about the times you've given in and run.
( , Fri 11 Aug 2006, 13:03)
Two friends ran away from boarding school. They didn't get too far though - they forgot to check when the last train ran. A teacher found them sitting waiting and drove them back again.
That said, it's not just a thing kids do - the urge to just run is built into all of us. Tell us about the times you've given in and run.
( , Fri 11 Aug 2006, 13:03)
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Rowing away
When I was six, my best freind lived across the road from me. We went to school together, played together, climbed trees together. We even rode on sheep together (not like that you pervs!). I always used to try and hold her hand as I thought she was the sweetest friend you could ever have. (Reached for the sick bags yet?) We both had sisters - I used to argue with my older sister and her little one used to annoy us.
One day I thought it would be a good idea to write her a love letter. Stuck for anything much to say, I rambled on in my very childish hadwriting about how we should get a dingy (there were loads on the beach) and row up the creek and away from everyone and be as happy as larks for ever and ever and we'd finally be rid of the "ugly sisters". Unfortunately the letter was intercepted by her mother and read out to her whole family - we weren't allowed to play together anymore, ever, and I was really upset.
That's possibly when I stopped liking girls.
( , Sat 12 Aug 2006, 13:01, Reply)
When I was six, my best freind lived across the road from me. We went to school together, played together, climbed trees together. We even rode on sheep together (not like that you pervs!). I always used to try and hold her hand as I thought she was the sweetest friend you could ever have. (Reached for the sick bags yet?) We both had sisters - I used to argue with my older sister and her little one used to annoy us.
One day I thought it would be a good idea to write her a love letter. Stuck for anything much to say, I rambled on in my very childish hadwriting about how we should get a dingy (there were loads on the beach) and row up the creek and away from everyone and be as happy as larks for ever and ever and we'd finally be rid of the "ugly sisters". Unfortunately the letter was intercepted by her mother and read out to her whole family - we weren't allowed to play together anymore, ever, and I was really upset.
That's possibly when I stopped liking girls.
( , Sat 12 Aug 2006, 13:01, Reply)
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