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simply hilarious and adoring ~ wonderful sweet memories within our souls ~
love it ~ Happy New Year ! xo

I never ran away.
My son did, when he was 5 years old.
He was mad at me because I told him "no"
about something one too many times, so........
He packed his match box cars and one pair
of clean under ware into his lunch box.
He announced his plans and I told him
I would miss him very much.
He crossed the street, went down the block
to the third house where my friend Ann lived.
She welcomed him in and called to tell me
not to worry, he was safe.
About 3 hours later run away son came home and
informed me that he no longer liked Ann
because she told him he was welcome to stay
but he would need to do his share of chores.
I guess he felt he could do that at home...
so home he came, very disappointed in his adventure.

What a loving story. Yes, I ran away when I was 5. I went in and packed my little suitcase that was used for weekends with Gram. Mom asked where I was going. I was moving in with Bev (3 houses up the block). She had 4 girls and they always had fun and didn't have to do chores. Mom said to have fun. Up the street I went. Bev said I could stay, but I would have to sleep in the basement. What? It was dark, cold, and scary in the basement, so I decided to move back home. :)

What a smart mama.
Yes, I did run away once
and threatened other times.
I spent the night at my girl-
friends before I went home,
but did let my mother know
where I was.

I ran away when I was six and took up residence at the city park. My friend brought me sandwiches for three days until his mother become suspicious, followed him to see where the food was going to and then called the police. I then found myself in foster care and I ran away a second time but eventually ended up living with my grandmother and I never ran away again.

I think if my mother could have baked chocolate chip cookies, my story may have turned out more like yours.
No, probably not.

My mother was using the sewing machine and my older sister informed our mom that we were going to live on our own from then on because our mother didn't love our daddy any more. We packed a grapefruit and some Fig Newtons and made our way into a dreary, drizzly, cold winter afternoon. We waited for a train on a loading dock of an abandoned train station and slowly ate our "picnic" while my sister tried to understand and explain what a divorce was. Finally, chilled to the bone, we returned home where we found our mother still sewing on the machine. I was four years old, my sister was eight. That was 68 years ago.

Such a great story, Corey.

What fun memories you are reliving while visiting your family. I can see your pleasure in each post. Enjoy !

I love all you share. No I never ran away from home...........giggles

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No, I never ran away from home as a child...but it crossed my mind this past weekend...

What a sweet story. I ran away (to the end of the driveway) when I was 7 years old. I remember I took 2 comic books, and a roll of toilet paper. Really thinking ahead, hun? Nothing to eat, so maybe I was gone for 10 minutes. That was in 1946, and the only time I "ran" away, But I don't remember why I did..Funny how memories come back to a person..

That sounds so familiar. My sister and I ran away when we were around five and six, she was older. We took some fresh clothes that my mom had just washed, put them in a bag, and ran away to the sand box at the very far end of the yard. When it started to rain we decided camping on the covered front porch would be better. When the wind turned from the north and the temperature started dropping we returned 'home'. When we announced we had returned from our travels my mom said, "Oh, were you gone?"

I was going to go up to Canada when I was in the 5th grade with my 4th grade pal Jimmy but it just didn't pan out.

i keep missing thigs here, I want to make that yogurt cake, yet I have no idea what a yogurt pot is, or size of it, so making this yogurt cake shot me down, it looks so good, other than I don't know how the measurements work or the pot part, LOL….and the vegetarian recipe book you shared, thank you….looks devine and I can't wait to see more of it, Xo…..you live my dream living in Provence…one day Corey, my sights are set on this deep in my heart….XO

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