11-15-2006, 04:30 PM
I'll do a random childhood memory..
I was about 3 or 4 years old. I gathered some toys, walked past my Mom and brother in the kitchen towards the basement. They asked where I was going and I said I was running away so they laughed thinking "that was cute".
So I went down the basement and out the back door. My parents didn't realize until later that night that I wasn't playing downstairs. I was running away with the boy across the street. He said he wanted to and I told him I'd go too. It sounded liked a good idea at the time. My Dad found me a few blocks away on a street I was told to never go to. I got an ass whooping when we got home and I was never allowed to play with the boy across the street again. It was all his fault anyway !
I was about 3 or 4 years old. I gathered some toys, walked past my Mom and brother in the kitchen towards the basement. They asked where I was going and I said I was running away so they laughed thinking "that was cute".
So I went down the basement and out the back door. My parents didn't realize until later that night that I wasn't playing downstairs. I was running away with the boy across the street. He said he wanted to and I told him I'd go too. It sounded liked a good idea at the time. My Dad found me a few blocks away on a street I was told to never go to. I got an ass whooping when we got home and I was never allowed to play with the boy across the street again. It was all his fault anyway !