Mother was going through something. Somehow I couldn't stand being at home. So, I ran away.
I never heard of kids running away from home. I just jumped out the door and headed north. No thinking at all. No plan. No money. No clothes.
I ran, then walked till I tired. It was getting dark. The sky was turning pink. I finally realized that I had no where to go. I turned back.
When I got home, I got the beating of my life. Not like television where the adults were/are portrayed as excited, lovingly welcoming the child. My Dad bounced me off the four walls of my room.
This started my journey.