“I’m running away and I’m never coming back!”
Seriously, I actually did this as a kid. I remember I got really annoyed – I can’t even remember what it was about. But I decided that I was going to run away. Mind you, this was back in the 90s, so I had an awesome backpack (bright blue, yellow and red – see it’s all in the details!) instead of a suitcase.
Of course I took the essentials – a skipping rope, my favourite soft toy and a book.
That would have kept me going for a long time.
The only problem? I wasn’t allowed to cross roads. So by the time I managed to get myself across the road, it was lunch time. I was hungry. So I went home.
I had spent enough time running away. Time to go home to comfort and warmth.
I don’t know why I remember this so clearly. It must stand out in my memory pretty well.