I packed an old single-shot .22 rifle (broken down) and a blanket in a sports bag, with a few knicknacks, and headed “east” intending to live off the land like a boy I had read about in a book.
The city, however, proved to be bigger than I thought, and by nightfall I was walking, trying to find my way east, in farm country, with fences and the like getting in the way. I got kind of scared and bored and cold, and I hitchhiked a ride back. Parents never knew I “ran away”.
Next time, at 16, I told my dad I was going, and took off for 3 months living off the land, this time a lot better prepared with a native food guide in lieu of the .22. Had a great time overall.
I’ve never ran away from home. There used to be a girl on this site that ran away from home and she ended up on the streets and slept with strange men for food or money. She used a library to write posts on here. I can’t remember her user name.. it might have been klaurens or something like that. I don’t know when she last posted here. I wonder what ever happened to her.
Yeah, when I was six years old, lol. I had a stick with a cloth bag at the end of it just like in the old cartoons where the ho bo carry’s his stuff, lol. I had two PB&J sandwhichs, and some asorted socks, lol I made it about 2 miles from the house and a policeman picked me up and brought me home.
I think righ now I’m an adult runnaway, I am 1800 miles from any family, no ones really knows my exact location yet they have an idea, I have cut all ties with all but my son, and we only communicate thru posting pages.
When i was 14. And honestly it was great. I was happy. But then i missed them. My family. The people “I hated”. Yeah. I missed them. And 3 months later. I came back home. And the sight of me brought tears to their eyes. They didnt know if i was dead. Huurt. Whatever possible situation. But they missed me too. They care. My advice. Dont do it. Its really not worth losing it all.
I ran away when I was 6 years old the first time. I loaded a garbage bag with my sleeping bag, pillow, change of clothes, food and meds(was always sick lol), a knife and a box of matches…and snuck out before dawn on a Sunday morning. I lived under an old gnarly apple tree that was growing on the side of a ravine. It was the most awesome few hours of my life…lmao…until my dad found me that is….sigh.
I almost made a career out of running away…and continued into my teens…when they started throwing my ass out on the street…lol…those were not such good times…and yet…
I suppose it depends on why you want to run away? How old you are? How street or nature smart you are?….a good experience for some…a horror story for others. I think it depends on the reason you’re running and how prepared you are to fend for yourself.
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I packed an old single-shot .22 rifle (broken down) and a blanket in a sports bag, with a few knicknacks, and headed “east” intending to live off the land like a boy I had read about in a book.
The city, however, proved to be bigger than I thought, and by nightfall I was walking, trying to find my way east, in farm country, with fences and the like getting in the way. I got kind of scared and bored and cold, and I hitchhiked a ride back. Parents never knew I “ran away”.
Next time, at 16, I told my dad I was going, and took off for 3 months living off the land, this time a lot better prepared with a native food guide in lieu of the .22. Had a great time overall.
I’ve never ran away from home. There used to be a girl on this site that ran away from home and she ended up on the streets and slept with strange men for food or money. She used a library to write posts on here. I can’t remember her user name.. it might have been klaurens or something like that. I don’t know when she last posted here. I wonder what ever happened to her.
Yeah, when I was six years old, lol. I had a stick with a cloth bag at the end of it just like in the old cartoons where the ho bo carry’s his stuff, lol. I had two PB&J sandwhichs, and some asorted socks, lol I made it about 2 miles from the house and a policeman picked me up and brought me home.
I think righ now I’m an adult runnaway, I am 1800 miles from any family, no ones really knows my exact location yet they have an idea, I have cut all ties with all but my son, and we only communicate thru posting pages.
When i was 14. And honestly it was great. I was happy. But then i missed them. My family. The people “I hated”. Yeah. I missed them. And 3 months later. I came back home. And the sight of me brought tears to their eyes. They didnt know if i was dead. Huurt. Whatever possible situation. But they missed me too. They care. My advice. Dont do it. Its really not worth losing it all.
I ran away when I was 6 years old the first time. I loaded a garbage bag with my sleeping bag, pillow, change of clothes, food and meds(was always sick lol), a knife and a box of matches…and snuck out before dawn on a Sunday morning. I lived under an old gnarly apple tree that was growing on the side of a ravine. It was the most awesome few hours of my life…lmao…until my dad found me that is….sigh.
I almost made a career out of running away…and continued into my teens…when they started throwing my ass out on the street…lol…those were not such good times…and yet…
I suppose it depends on why you want to run away? How old you are? How street or nature smart you are?….a good experience for some…a horror story for others. I think it depends on the reason you’re running and how prepared you are to fend for yourself.
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