Itchy feet still wanna go...
I did the usual running away as a wee nipper where I'd pack my cheese sarnies and head off to the park, wait till it got dark then go home again and no one would've noticed. Then when I got to 19 I did it properly.

Appalling teenage years filled with horror I won't bore you with, but finally had enough when I hit 19 so I ran away. Changed my name by deedpoll and only let an aged aunt know where I was. Went from Tamworth to Nottingham and stayed there for a few years and worked my way through university to become a teacher. Was in a going nowhere relationship that I've stayed in to this day.

When we moved to Lincolnshire I thought things would get better but they didn't. Decided to runaway again. Was all set, decided Manchester was the place to run to and was going to disappear at October half term. Unfortunately, aged aunt had let family know my name and where I was (silly me had kept updating her on my whereabouts due to a guilty conscience about her age). Had a phone call at school in September from my Mom (who had runaway before I had and her running away had caused a lot of my problems)first contact I'd had with her in 13 years. Apparently my so-called father (no contact for 8 years)was dying and needed to see me. Like a fool I went, and I went to his funeral - only to make sure the b*std burnt.

So instead of running away I had a nervous breakdown but did get back in touch with my mom who I now wouldn't be without. But the feet are still itching. I've hung around for another 5 years and things ain't improving so this time I'm definitely running.

Only problem this time is I've fallen in love properly for the first time ever and I don't think his wife will approve of him running away with me...
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