Here is another installment of my walk down childhood lane.
The first post did not get a lot of responses, but is that gonna stop me?
No friggen’ way!
So here is the story of when I ran away:
Running away for Ten Minutes
All I remember is I was pissed. Pissed at my older sister; I do not remember why or how old I was.
I do know that at eight years older, she probably thought she had a right to boss her little sister around.
I’d show her! I was running away!
She’d be in a panic and would come running out looking for me with tears of regret in her eyes, wringing her hands, and regretting her actions!
That would show her!
I ran away about 2 inches into the woods and waited and waited and waited…well probably only about 10 minutes and then I ran all the foot and half home expecting hugs, people to be worried, and possibly a chewing out.
None of that happened.
Sister was calmly sitting on the couch watching television when I came in pouting; if she noticed me at all she made no acknowledgement of my presence.
And so I went into the bedroom I shared with two others, a dog, and a cat and cried my little broken heart out, unnoticed and feeling neglected.