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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When I was a wee nipper...
I decided to run away from home, my father worked most of the time and never saw him and his wife (my step mother) who still to this day a complete and utter fucking bitch absolutely hated me and still to this day does.
When I did a bunk I ended up in the back of someones garage laid against the wall covered with plastic and god only knows what trying to keep warm, truth be told I was bloody freezing and as you would be. During the early hours the guy who lived in this particular place ended up coming home (but not seeing me as I was pretty well covered), drives his car into the garage and nearly squishes me against his wall, I ended wallking the streets trying to keep warm which was my mistake as the old plod spotted me probably wondering what a 12 year old was doing walking the streets and they ended up taking me to the station and then eventually home... Ran away several times after that which ended up pretty much the same, still moved out of home at 15 for good... RESULT!!
( , Mon 14 Aug 2006, 11:39, Reply)
I decided to run away from home, my father worked most of the time and never saw him and his wife (my step mother) who still to this day a complete and utter fucking bitch absolutely hated me and still to this day does.
When I did a bunk I ended up in the back of someones garage laid against the wall covered with plastic and god only knows what trying to keep warm, truth be told I was bloody freezing and as you would be. During the early hours the guy who lived in this particular place ended up coming home (but not seeing me as I was pretty well covered), drives his car into the garage and nearly squishes me against his wall, I ended wallking the streets trying to keep warm which was my mistake as the old plod spotted me probably wondering what a 12 year old was doing walking the streets and they ended up taking me to the station and then eventually home... Ran away several times after that which ended up pretty much the same, still moved out of home at 15 for good... RESULT!!
( , Mon 14 Aug 2006, 11:39, Reply)
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