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Originally posted by Flinty_McFlint
When I was 6 or 7, I got real upset for some reason, packed a bag of toys and a peanut butter sandwich, and left home in search of freedom from the tyranny of my parents. I found this freedom in the park near my house, and marvelled at my emancipation all day long. Then it got dark, my sandwich was long gone, and I decided to be the bigger person and forgive my parents, and made it home in time for dinner. From that point on, they knew who was boss.
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That's almost as good as the time I ran away from home -- well, sort of. I ran behind the curtains (after packing my stuffed animals and some snacks in a suitcase, of course). Not just any old curtains, but big drapes, where I could build a fort. My parents were frantic with worry looking for me, I don't mind telling you.
Who's boss, indeed.
