Inspired by a Leave It to Beaver episode. In this case it was Beaver's friend Larry, but Beaver did once, too. Larry was -appropriately - sent to his room for peeking in his sister's room, fucking around with her cosmetics and reading her diary.



I never did that I recall.

I certainly did.
Until about supper time.

Did anyone not is the real curiosity!

I've considered it several times as an adult.

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Originally posted by Loaded Round:
I've considered it several times as an adult.

Got a wife and kid in Baltimore Jack..

I tried selling my school text books in the front yard like a yard sale to make money to run away.

My mom came home, saw me, and said, “get your ass inside for dinner”

I don't recall it myself but Mom said I ran away on my tricycle when I was about 2 years old. Kind of a big deal as we lived in Richmond Heights, MO while Dad was going to college. Anyway they found me about 2 blocks away unharmed. Even back in 1950 Richmond Heights was not a particularly stellar neighborhood but limited income dictated living there while he finished school.

I did. Was gone for a weekend. Was about 11 at the time.

Some friends and I pretended to. We made up hobo gear of some stuff tied with a bandana to sticks and slung them over our shoulders. We walked down to the woods and had a camp-out for the day.

I'm 2 years older than my brother who has a temper and often doesn't think before he speaks.

I remember one specific incident when I was 8 or 9, my younger brother lost his temper because I was winning at whatever game we were playing and he took a swing at me. I demonstrated to my brother that I'm also better at landing combinations of punches

As punishment, I was sent to my room and about an hour later heard my brother playing outside my bedroom door. I ratted my brother out for sneaking out of his room, and that's when I learned only I had been punished. To my recollection, it was the first time we both weren't sent to our rooms for fighting. It felt like a betrayal, and I started packing a backpack in anticipation of slipping out my bedroom window to run away to our fort. It was late afternoon and I hadn't had my afternoon snack. That is when I realized the flaw in my "plan" to run away - I didn't have any snacks or food in my room to pack. I unpacked my backpack and my punishment ended in time for afternoon snack. During the ensuing "not fair" discussion with Mom, I learned that she didn't think someone throwing one punch was a fight so she didn't punish my brother.

I applied the "one punch technicality" a few days later when he mouthed off to me. It turns out Mom hadn't thought the "one punch technicality" through and isn't above changing the rules on the fly (i.e. I was sent to my bedroom for the 1 punch).

Yep. Ran away to my aunt's house who lived about a mile away. She ratted me out.

After a disagreement with my old man, I informed him that I was going to leave home.
His response:
"Well, write us and let us know how you are doing"!
I went to my mother for support.
Her response:
"Take warm clothes. Its going to be cold tonight"!
That was as far as I got.

I ran away for probably 20 minutes when I was 7.

Yep. I'd usually go to the end of the street and pout.

No, but this reminds me of a Norman Rockwell painting.

A run-away boy is sitting at a lunch counter with his belongings tied in a big handkerchief. A friendly policeman sits by him listening to his tale.

https://www.speert.com/norman-...vEAQYAyABEgIlmfD_BwE

Once.

I was probably 10 or 11, did something stupid and got in trouble. I made a big show of getting my stuff together to hit the road.

My dad asked me what I was doing and I proclaimed I was running away. He said I should “think long and hard about that, because once you leave you do not get to come back and you are going to look awful silly walking down the street naked”

I asked what he was talking about and he said ”Everything you have is mine, I paid for it you didn’t. I let you use it, but if you leave you don’t get to take it with you. You leave this house the way you came into it, with nothing”


To this day, I don’t know if he was bluffing or not but I certainly believed him at the time and it made me rethink my decision and realize I didn’t have it quite as bad as I thought.

Heck no!

When found or returned my Dad would have whooped my ass with his 1/3 inch thick leather belt.

I tried it once, as I recall. I got about 1/2 block away to the neighbors and spent a couple of hours in his backyard. Then I got hungry and went home.

I threatened to run away more than once and even attempted it a few times. But the one time I remember threatening to run away my dad asked, "Anywhere I can drop you off?" That wasn't the reaction I was expecting.

Oh yeah, well I'm gonna run away, and I'm never coming back!