Raise your hand if you have ever wanted to run away.
Not just when you were a kid but now, as an adult.
Sometimes I want to run away. Not because I didn’t get my way or I got in trouble. I’m restless.
 Having been an Army brat, then an Army spouse, I moved many times.
Every now and then I get the itch that it’s time to go. My new version of “running away” has become a trip somewhere.
 I ran away as a kid. I remember packing a small bag, getting on my bike and riding it up the street to a family friend’s house.

I don’t remember exactly why I was running away but I’m sure I had gotten into trouble. I think I was around 10 years old.
You know, at 10 years old you know everything and your Mom knows nothing. Ha.
 My three kids all had their version of running away. It was different for my daughter and the boys. Her running away was more emotional based and theirs was more adventure based.
 Sometime between the Beanie Babies and Tamagotchi’s my daughter and I had a disagreement.
I don’t remember what it was about but she was as mad as a bunch of hornets whose nest had just been whacked with a stick.

She ran away. Not very far but away from where she could see me, wasn’t in the same house as me and thought I didn’t know where she was.
 I knew, I saw her go. I also saw her make multiple trips back to our house to get a few things.
 The few things she got were a boogey board, a few empty boxes, a blanket and some snacks. You can’t run away without snacks.
 Off she went to the neighbor’s house where she proceeded to make a little shelter for herself out of the boxes and the boogey board.
 Eventually she got bored, came home and all was well in her world again.
 

The boys, when they ran away it was for adventure.
The adventure of exploring and secret fort building.
Their places were the playground, a clump of trees or some bushes.
They took snacks, some paper, a marker and tape.
You know, to make a “keep out” sign.
They would spend hours creating a shelter with sticks and leaves.
They planned grand strategies for defending their hideouts from other neighborhood kids only to invite them in. They always came home when it was time for dinner or their snacks had run out.
 My daughter ran away because of emotion. The boys to plan, build and strategize.
Funny the differences. Fond are the memories I have of the three.
 
April Pedersen is mother to three children and grandmother to two grandchildren. She lives in Lansing.