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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run away , run away, run away.....and not really
It wasn't really a conscious decision to run away until my mother started to frantically look for me. We were living in a tiny 1 bedroom apartment and there were very few places to hide. On this morning I had decieded to see if I would fit in the towel section of our cupboard, which was neatly split into the clothes section and the minuscule towel section, followed by 2 drawers. I got in and found it to be quite comfortable and the smell of fresh towels was enough to make me want to stay in there for a long time. My mum started to call out and that is when I decided to pretend I had run away and wasn't going to answer. I stayed in there for what seemed like hours while she looked for me inside, outside, made various frantic phone calls and so on. I found all this highly amusing as you would at 7 yrs old :P
Finally I climbed out and tip toed into the kitchen, then made my sudden re-appearance to my mother who was crying in the living room. She asked me where I had been and I said I had been in my room playing, had she not seen me?
Story ended with a rather welt like bum for me...OOPS
( , Sun 13 Aug 2006, 3:29, Reply)
It wasn't really a conscious decision to run away until my mother started to frantically look for me. We were living in a tiny 1 bedroom apartment and there were very few places to hide. On this morning I had decieded to see if I would fit in the towel section of our cupboard, which was neatly split into the clothes section and the minuscule towel section, followed by 2 drawers. I got in and found it to be quite comfortable and the smell of fresh towels was enough to make me want to stay in there for a long time. My mum started to call out and that is when I decided to pretend I had run away and wasn't going to answer. I stayed in there for what seemed like hours while she looked for me inside, outside, made various frantic phone calls and so on. I found all this highly amusing as you would at 7 yrs old :P
Finally I climbed out and tip toed into the kitchen, then made my sudden re-appearance to my mother who was crying in the living room. She asked me where I had been and I said I had been in my room playing, had she not seen me?
Story ended with a rather welt like bum for me...OOPS
( , Sun 13 Aug 2006, 3:29, Reply)
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