Oh dear...dd2 is packing a bag...and leaving

[lucysmam]

RIGHT NOW

I do hope she doesn't decide to pack my new overnight bag

[scarbados]

My youngest stropped out when she was 8. She got as far as the park, about 200 yards away, then came home because it started to rain and she'd eaten all the chocolate biscuits she'd taken with her. She kept threatening to leave when she hit her teens but never did, despite being offered train fare and her packing done for her.

[yoursworried]

I just upped and left when I was about 9- not even any tins or knickers!. My mum made me a sandwich in foil which I carried all the way to the phone box at the end of the road. I then called home with reverse charge call and told her she could pick me up now as I'd forgiven her

[Cherrio]

When I Left Home aged 5 I decided to drink lots of milk in preparation - makes you stronger obviously. I didn't pack anything (i was a free spirit refusing to be shackled to possessions) and got as far as the park at the end of the road. I can still see the fear on my dad's face when he found me!

[Zoflorabore]

Is she called Lucy op?! Mine is and is 8 and this is something I picture her doing pretty soon. She should have an oscar for the dramatics

I blame the hot weather....

[SadOtter]

When i was about 6 I ran away from home one morning. I got as where dad was working on his car (which was a couple of minutes walk, not next to the house) and he nipped to the corner shop to get us supplies, it was dark before I said I think i need to go home, I was really hurt no one had been out looking for me, it was years before I realised he had obviously told Mum where I was while he was getting supplies.

[Cherrio]

@itsgoodtobehome the argos catalogue 😂This is excellent planning imo - hours of fun to be had flicking through the toy section.

[64sNewName]

I always remember a similar thread on here years ago where someone’s small DS packed, among other things, a tissue. Just the one 💕

[BuzzPeakWankBobbly]

I packed a bag and really slammed the point home by sitting on the green BT box at the end of the path and making things with those fuzzy covered pipe cleaners (from said bag).

That showed mum who was in charge, for sure!

[ajandjjmum]

I missed the bus, so sadly had to come home.

[PH03b3]

I took a bottle of lemonade and a toy i think. Made it about 6 houses down but i wasnt allowed to go further so i went home

[formul1isSoBoringNow]

apparently when I was nearly 4 I packed a bag and my mum called after me "Oh ok, where are you going to go then?" I replied "Grandma's" DM "oh right how are you going to get there?" Me "I'm off to the bus stop to catch the bus to X place, then at X place, ask someone which bus goes to Y place" DM said she'd never moved so fast to catch me going out the door

[Pieceofpurplesky]

DS once packed his pyjamas and the cat in a bag to run away with. He was about 4.

[Marmelised]

My 2 year old left the house and stomped down the pavement saying she was ‘going Meric’ - her dad had just come back from work trip to the USA.

She was wearing a pair of Thomas the tank engine slippers. That was it. No other items of clothing just the slippers.

When we stopped laughing we scooped her up and took her home.

[Shadow1234]

These stories made me laugh, and reminded me of when my son decided to leave home at 10. He took nothing but his bike, and slammed the door on the way out.

10 minutes later there was a knock on the door - it was my son with his mangled bike, grazes on his arm and a hole in his trousers! (accompanied by a neighbour down the road who had helped him). He had cycled off so quickly, lost control and went over the handle bars. Ended up with a trip to A &E, and a broken wrist. I think the embarrassment of it all put him off trying that again.

[RosamundDarnley]

My dad gave me a lift to the station. I was 7. When we got there I told him I wasn't going now because he wanted me to, so I would stay instead and that’ll teach you

[MillieMoodle]

When DS1 was 5 he decided to leave home because I was apparently ruining his life. He went out the front door in the pouring rain, in the dark, with no shoes on. I stood at the front door while he stood on the path getting soaked and I asked whether he'd like his shoes. No, he most certainly would not. He didn't need money or anywhere to sleep or anything to eat either. He was going to make his own way in the world. I suggested he perhaps stay one more night and leave in the morning when it was light and hopefully not raining. After some thought, he agreed, came back inside and never mentioned it again

Hopefully some sleep will do the trick OP!

[ChesterBerry]

I ‘ran away’ so many times as a child! Remember my sister and I going to the park round the corner once and making a little house under the climbing frame once. Eventually we got bored and returned home where we were quite miffed to discover our parents hadn’t even noticed our goodbye note or realised we weren’t just playing out but had actually left home forever.

On another occasion instead of leaving the premises I said I was running away and proceeded to climb the biggest tree in the garden. Sat in there for hours and was quite pleased with myself when I saw my parents first leaving the house on foot to look for me and then a bit later watched my Dad drive off to look further afield. At some point they thought to look in the tree though so I didn’t have to live there forever.

[lucysmam]

@Zoflorabore no, Lucy's the older and less dramatic one

[StripeyChina]

My DD (11) had the mother of all strops this am when I told her she couldn't wear crocs for the walking across the sands pilgrimage to Holy Island today. (advice is strong boots or bare feet)
I felt bad when i saw one of the main leaders was wearing crocs.
So I found her in 'Dads back up car', apologised, and she graciously assented to accompany me with the words: well, I was going to leave home when we got home, but as you've apologised like Jesus would I will walk with you and probably do Minecraft this afternoon. I hope its burgers for tea. I'm not eating Lamb tomorrow you can't make me'.

[AventaRizon]

When I was about 11 I was friends with a girl the same age who lived round the corner. We plotted and plotted to run away, and we each started to collect a little stash of essentials hidden somewhere in our rooms. I vaguely remember mine had some string, a box of matches and a packet of Chefs Square Shaped soup (showing my age a bit there) among other things. We thought it would be fun to go and live in the wild, or maybe ride off into the sunset on a couple of gypsy ponies that were sometimes tethered in some fields about a mile away. We even decided to wait for the annual visit of the circus and then join them when they packed up to leave.

Well, my dad got another job, we moved away and I lost touch with her.

Several years later we discovered through some old neighbours that my friend did indeed run away. She was missing for weeks before the police found her. Shortly afterwards her stepfather was arrested and went to prison. My parents wouldn't tell me why. Looking back I can guess, and I only wish she'd confided in me.

[viques]

I ran away when I was about 5. I went with a friend but she chickened out because she thought she might be having sausages for her tea. Wimp.

[LellyMcKelly]

My 4 year old brother left home taking only my sisters toy pram, which he’d filled with coal.

[VladmirsPoutine]

I managed to get to the park 5mins down the road when I was 5. I had taken some tangerines and bananas and a bottle of water. My mum came running down the road like a woman possessed to find me. She later told me she was rather pleased with her parenting as a result of me choosing to take fruit and water.

[RedHatsDoNotSuitMe]

These stories are so sweet. Hope a sleep does the trick, OP.

Still chuckling at She was wearing a pair of Thomas the tank engine slippers. That was it. No other items of clothing just the slippers.

[GertrudeCB]

Dd was 4 when she had a falling out with her 7yr old brother, took herself upstairs , changed into a long denim skirt, wellies, a coat and a sun hat, packed her Barbies into her backpack and dramatically announced to us that she was going to live in the garden but would come in for dinner every day