The Story Of A Runaway

I’m not very good at being a runaway. I think I managed to do it… Twice in my life? One of the times in question turned into… A rather strange adventure. My adventure began by traveling down HW 99 to a small town off from where I grew up in McMinnville. I stayed at a friends house for a while, whose brother kept trying to flirt with me. It was awkward… I’m not positive, but I’m pretty sure I got myself kicked out of there.


Instead of going home, I ended up living with this elderly couple who did drugs. That was unpleasant, for the most part. There were times where me and the lady got along, but she was convinced her husband wanted to do me. I was underage at the time, but that didn’t stop him from trying. I remember one time, I was so afraid for my well being that I’d actually fallen asleep on the couch and wet myself in my sleep from the nightmares I had. After about a month or so, I found an old discarded phone.


I don’t know what preempted me to do it, but I started calling my mom. Talked to her a few times, and even confessed to my mom that I missed her. I don’t fully recall all of what I’d said to her, but I do remember saying that for sure. It was a few calls in that one night my mom was in tears, she missed me and I belonged home with her, and she couldn’t take the pain of hearing me but not seeing me anymore. I’d made mistakes, horrible ones at that, but the worst mistake I made was hurting her.


Not long after that chat where my mother was in tears, I made the decision to go home. It was far beyond time for me of gone back, and I shouldn’t of ever left to of began with. Running away was a horrifying adventure that showed me what I should have known ages ago. My mom will always love me, even after some of the horrible things I’ve done. She showed me then, even through her tears of worry and fear mixed with anger at my stupidity, that a mothers love knows no bounds.


4 thoughts on “The Story Of A Runaway

  1. so very glad that nothing truly horrible happened while you were away from home…I cringe when I think of all the things that could have happened. I can’t begin to imagine the fear your mom felt at the time. So glad you went home again. So many other kids never go home. Here’s hoping a kiddo thinking about leaving home reads this and changes their mind.

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    • It was definitely scary enough for me. I still to this day don’t understand why I even ran away… I mean I must have had a reason, however illogical it may have been. Being as I was a teenager at the time, I’m quite positive it was illogical.

      I hope some kiddo who is thinking of running away does read this, because what I experienced was only a fraction of how horrifying it could have really been.

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  2. I believe both you and your Mom learned something from both your experiences. You did what you had to do, but eventually made up your own mind to return home. That’s growth! All we really want is to feel free. And why not? At some point however, we learn that “feeling free” begins inside. We can’t run far enough to get free, if our minds are chained. Oh, and the grass is not always greener either. Highest and Best!

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    • I definitely learned from personal experience that the grass isn’t always greener on the other side. It took me a while to learn how to unchain myself from the constructs that made me feel trapped, and one of the chains that kept me down was the idea that I had to forget about my happiness in order to appease others. As soon as I stopped being false to myself, I began the path to breaking the walls that confined me and became my own unique individual. Now, I love me for who I am, not who I have or how many I have.


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