I was 12 and my aunt and uncle caught me just about 2 miles from my house and made me come home with them until my mom got home. I was going to walk 30 miles, mostly expressway, to my grandma's house because "she's the only one who understands me!"
I left home in Alabama when I was 15 . I came to NYC on my own and have lived in the Metro NY area ever since .
posted by Dirck
over 2 years ago
I threatened to run away when I was 13---then my mom told me she'd help me pack and being true Taurus I said to myself..."well hell!...if she's that anxious to get rid of ya' just stay!"...and stay I did...
I left home at 15 from Long Island to NYC. After 3 nights of sleeping on subways until the cops beat the nightstick under the seat and woke me up and told me to get off, I got tired of it. I went to Washington Square Park, dejected, staring at my shoes on a park bench getting warmed by the sun. I saw a pair off shiny brown shoes in front of me, and looked up and it was my dad. I asked him how he found me. He said, "Easy, I just went to where all the hippies go". I'll never forget that.
Me and the old man got into it a few more times and when I was 17 I hitchhiked from Calif. to NYC via Washington State. I got busted in NY and called Mom and Dad and they sent me some money my grandmother left when she passed away for a plane ticket home. I finished high school and got a job, for a while. I was a rotten kid.
A friend and I left home in Maryland when we were 15. We went to NYC, where we lived in the Coburg Hotel on 33rd (Yankees pronounce it "turdy turd") Street. Lived and worked there til our folks found us and brought us back. It was a great adventure.
Nahhh - we didn't have dysfunctional families; just wanted independence and adventure.
posted by wilful
over 2 years ago