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Discussion in 'Locker Room Talk' started by Emily, Aug 27, 2011.
I ran away all the goddamn time... when I was 3. Had cops pick me up and take me home several times.
Only in my mind... It sounds gay as fuck, but I daydreamt a lot back then, 3, 5, 8 10 years old more or less... I'd plan it all in my mind, and walk every road I knew, worked a lot of different jobs... it was a lot of fun, and nowadays the detail and extension of those imaginary trips overwhelms me.
May seem meaningless, but to me those runaways were something.
I would never run away from food, water and shelter.
All the time, including from juvenile hall. Every juvie or jail term after that got me labeled as an escape risk...