Did You Ever....

[Jamie S]

run away from home ?, if so, how far did you get and for how long were you gone ?

cheers
jamie.

[plugger147]

only round the block, I wasn't allowed to cross the road.
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[Weedy]

I ran away for 6 months into my own little flat....Now I'm back at home
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[Steve H]

Why do they call it 'running' away from home anyway?

Here's a question for those that have done it...

Did you silently close the door so that your parents didn't hear the tip tap of your Spongebob Squarepants slipper's as you tip toe'd down the stairs or did you and your Nike Air's go on the 'B' of 'Bang' as the door slammed, sprinting Linford like towards your date with a cold, damp doorway (or bus shelter) and your imminent return (next day probably) to your Bedroom with the Hanson 'MmmBop' Poster and Car Boot Sale Beano Annual's from 1978?

If you're considering taking the plunge Jamie I'd advise you to take a pillow (for comfort and also a makeshift feet warmer if your toe's get cold), some Kellogs Frosties (for nourishment and also to release the Tiger in you when you're approached by a bloke offering you a '...nice warm place to get your head down') and a Pen and a Paper to write about your adventures on the road (it worked for Jack Kerouac and Lassie apparantly).
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[nick606]

ROFL im remember packing my pillow and bed covers in a suit case after falling out with my mum.. i also had plans of taking my tent that i just to have and living in the park near mine and somehow buying a monkey bike i saw on the tv.. and coming home for tea and then going back to my tent to live.. was about six at the time, unfortunately i didnt even make it out of my room as the suit case was to big to carry and did not have wheels on the bottom

[Rookie]

Never. Mum did a few times though.

[california_rookie]

Once. Realized it was a stupid idea after the sun went down and all the marshmallows were gone.
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[Dave McCool]

Nah, never bothered.

Closest would be if we have a big row at home, I'll grab the nearest car keys and fuck off on some lunatic mission to the middle of nowhere, get out, have a fag and a think, then come home a lot calmer and make up.

Mum and Dad also do this occasionally (minus the smoking as far as I know) and I probably learned it from them.

Does feel a lot better, but my Mum's brought me up with the notion that you "should never let the sun go down on your temper" and to be honest, we usually resolve most disputes before we got to bed.
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[Nath]

Ran away to London when I was 15. Spent a week there, sleeping in overpriced shitty B+B/guesthouse things. Got taken home by the police when I was stopped trying to get money out my building society account. I didn't run away to get away from 'home', but from school. Even now the thought of having to endure full-time education makes me sick.

6 Years later and I still often feel like I want to "run away", though for different reasons now. The problem is I now realise there is nowhere to runaway to. I could off and go anytime I want, to anywhere in the world I want, but once I got there I'd still have to deal with the same shit I do here.


What's up then Jamie? If you've got problems in your life, you should be speaking to your family/father about them, not to strangers on an internet forum.
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[JonB]

I ran round the block and hid from my mum when I got on my trike and ran over the tulips once.
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[Dragonfly]

My mate and i when we where in school ran away from home and stayed in her boyfriends house while they where on holiday. My mum phoned me a few times and asked if i wanted some dinner They knew i could look after myself as i was always self sufficent and not stupid.

I stayed away a week and after that my mate never went home and went to belfast, i had social services at the door looking her and she phoned me and told me at 16 she wanted a baby! madness! she never returned home and i recently found her and she has 3 kids now and living in belfast still.


It was an attention thing thats for sure! my parents where very liberal and let us make our own mistakes which i was glad for.
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[SoulRider]

I ran away from home several times, never really did much apart from walk miles upon miles then go back home. Most of the time it was me being attention seeking and trying to make parents feel bad for punishing me.

I think its something everyone does when your a kid, my parents were ace if i threatened to leave they'd offer to pack my bags but only take what i had personally paid for
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[Dan 4RR]

I haven't run away from home. But someone I went to high school with (had some sort of mental problems) went totally mad, just flipped it IT lesson one afternoon, telling the teacher to fuck off, etc. He got up and walked off, we later found out that he had walked 12 miles in the freezing cold (winter) and attempted to commit suicde by sleeping on a bench in a park with just his school uniform on. South yorkshire police eventually found him curled up in a ball on some park bench... suffice to say, he did live.
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[pa_broon74]

If we fell out, my mum would throw some things in a polly bag (clean underwear and toothbrush, running away being no reason for a drop in standards) and dump it on the back door step. It was a bluff, I wouldn't go; I'd just sheepishly crawl back in to the house.

At 15 I called her bluff and left, only for one night; I was only 400ft away at a friend's house, but she didn't know that. I decided to go back because I knew she'd be more upset than I was.

Its very sobering when you realise your parents are only human, its even worse when you realise you've out grown them, maybe even overtaken them because, until you get married (and sometimes not even then) they're the only people you can really rely on (and I suppose sometimes not.)

In any dispute, its important to allow the other party a face saving way out, my mum never did that and in the end: I suppose I outsmarted her, something any kid wants to be able to do.

Trouble is, once you've done it, you lose something you can never get back. Turns out; its the same old mossy weedy grass on the otherside anyway.

If you're thinking about doing it, talk to someone who's apart from the situation first, get a second opinion; and always remember to pack clean underwear!!

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[hellkat]

Yeah, I ran away once when I was 15. But only for the night, and it was in Auckland, and definitely less dangerous than in London. I got brought back by some "young people" who seemed very glamorous with their hippy lifestyle, I think I was lucky that they were compassionate rather than predatory.

My daughter ran away when she was about 13, with her mate, cos I had slapped her during a row (very rare, I hasten to add, but she was a teenager after all ) ... and they decided to sleep the night in a skip round the corner, and then head off up to the West End to look for waitressing jobs (eeeek!)

Fortunately the skip was not very comfortable, so after an hour or so, they went round her mate's boyfriend's house, and his mum rang me. I gave her the speech later about the type of people who pick up young runaways in the West End, and embellished on the gory details enough to put her off ever doing it again.
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[hellkat]

Oh yes, and I ran away from Anita's father, from London back to NZ (via Nebraska and Oregon) back in 1997, when she was about 9 years old. It was like some mad road trip, LOL.

My marriage was definitely breaking down, to the point where he was chucking my clothes out in the street and frightening Anita with his rages, so I collected as much credit on my credit cards as I could, booked 2 tickets to Auckland (via the USA), and managed to bring stuff from home into the office to pack some of her and my personal stuff into 3 tea chests which I had stashed under my desk at work.

I handed in my notice at work (much to my boss's distress), then I had the tea chests dispatched the week before we were due to fly, and I had prepared my daughter that "we might have to go away from daddy cos he is angry".

The morning we were due to fly out at 3pm, I was panicking cos my husband seemed not to be in the mood to go to work, so I gave him a blow job (which usually was the reason he stayed in bed, til he got one, then he'd go to work) ... and he went innocently off to work none the wiser that we wouldnt be there when he got back. I left him a note of explanation/apology.

As soon as he had left, I went into overdrive, chucked stuff into suitcases, told Anita we were going to visit Grandmama in NZ, ordered a cab, collected some bags I had stashed at Victoria Station, and headed off to Heathrow. Nearly missed the flight due to long queues at the security gates, and had to do a MAJOR hollywood to get on the flight. Once on the flight, I apologised to Anita who was somewhat bewildered, having never seen me throw a hysterical paddy before, but she was cool, cos we had made the flight.

We flew into Denver, were met by a bloke I had met off the internet the year before in Texas, and he took us to an absolute roachpit motel in a small town in Nebraska where he lived. We only lasted at the roachpit for a night, and we then moved for the next 3 weeks to a slightly less roach-ridden motel, where we had quite an idyllic life hanging out with Texan sugar-workers, eating American food and rinsing my creditcards at the cashpoint every day to ensure I had enough cash to survive.

The guy was such a redneck, he alleged to have a Harley (which I never saw), but he did have a pick-up, a corndog accent, a huge dick which bent the wrong way (in every direction) and really REALLY bad gingivitis which meant his teeth were being eaten away and hung like little pegs in his mouth ... but I wasn't bothered, as life had suddenly gone from boring and middle-class to "risky and interesting" ... I thought it was the coolest thing. He lived in a trailer park with his wife and four of her kids, but the local police were after him with a subpoena to go give evidence in Arizona against some of his former mates who had allegedly done some thievery, but as he was avoiding everyone, we decided to go stay at his brother's place in Oregon.

He "left" his wife (threw away his wedding ring just outside the city limits) and we headed off across Wyoming, Utah, Nevada and up to Oregon - fantastic scenery all the way, of course - we spent a week in Oregon, and then Anita and I flew to LA to connect with a flight to Auckland where my mum lives.

The redneck promised to follow us over to NZ, and I stupidly paid for an airline ticket for him (twice!) but he didn't come over to NZ ... and after much wrangling, he turned up, stayed a month, and then three days before Xmas he fucked off back to the US in much the same manner as I had left London (I went to work, he booked a cab and returned to the airport, I came home and he was *gone*), divine retribution, really, LOL.

By then I had totally rinsed my credit cards and my mother had to bail me out to the tune of NZ$20,000 (nearly £7000) to stop the credit card interest getting out of hand.

We lived in NZ with my mum for nearly a year, and Anita even acquired a NZ accent, but life in London for her father was terrible, as she is his only child - he was so distraught, bereft, everything - by what I had done ... that he was on the verge of losing the mortage and the flat we owned in Fulham. So (after much expensive trans-global telephone argumentation and mud-slinging) I took her back to London after nearly a year, I got a new job, and went to court to stop the repossession of the flat, then we tried to reconcile but in less than a year it had got worse instead of better, and now (after 10 years) we've both moved on, but he's only just speaking to me civilly again

It destroyed him, even if it made mine and Anita's life interesting for a while. It took my mother in law 6 months before she would speak to me after I returned to London. We split up again within a year, and as I had had to have him arrested for assault due to another domestic, she never spoke to me again till the day she died.

My husband (now my ex, unsurprisingly) was never the same after that. Its the only thing I've ever done which has made me feel bad about the way I treated another person so much that it destroyed his life.

I vowed to never treat a person that badly ever again. And I haven't.

But it was a whole truckload of damn fun at the time
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[Crash125]

Dont know if you can call it running away from home, when I met my fiance (cant remeber if its 1 or 2 e for male), I would leave home on the thursday go to college and not return till the tuesday without a word said to my mum, once I did run out the door with bag in hand shouting am away to dundee might be back might not be.

Living with her was hell my step dad used to beat her up and mentally abuse was high on list of things to do for him in a day with me and my mum, eventualy I left with an F you to the lot of them. Now I dont even talk to my family, but that has turned out to be a very thing.
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[Jamie S]

wow thats cool hellkat

[hellkat]

I'm not so sure my ex-husband would agree with you, stoksie but my daughter still rates it as one of the more interesting things in her life so far (she's now 19, and is well-acquainted with international travel, as you can imagine).

Another typical chapter in the book of Life with Hellkat

Despite all appearances to the contrary, I like a nice quiet life.


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[Jamie S]

Right sorted

cost
£58.70( well cheaper than I thought it would be)

Flint to London kings cross station going in 2 days.

Going to use a new name and just disappear use a fake 16+ ID card and get a job and some were to stay. Dont plan to come back
great, im glad thats sorted, my new (!happy!)life at last.

it will take 3 hours, 06 mins approx and there will be 2 changes so should get there fine.

EDIT: it will be £29.35 for child up to 15, if I can get on on my own as a child, if not it will be £58.70

[cagiva gezzer]

Please no, don't come to london. Go north!
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[CortezTheKill...]

I ran away many times from my abusive and violent step-father. Never really got very far though until I was 18 and had my place at uni then never looked back.

Oh it's so much fun going to see my mom these days with my wife and son and rubbing his nose in it that he's a sad loser waiting to die.
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