“I Was a Runaway”
When I was younger (and maybe even still today) I was a ‘goody-two-shoes’. I tried to do right in everyone’s eyes and sought to be the best. My parents often pushed me to get involved with things that I thought were ridiculous and a waste of my time.
In elementary school there was something I disagreed with. I yelled at the top of my voice that life wasn’t fair and that I was leaving. I stomped upstairs (“bam, bam, bam”), got a small suitcase and packed my things. I WAS RUNNING AWAY! “I’LL SHOW THEM!!” I thought to myself. I opened the garage door and slammed it behind me as I left the house.
Within three steps I realized how stupid I would look walking down my street with a suitcase. What if my neighbors saw me? I do have an image to uphold. Where was I really going to go? So what did I do? I walked ten steps onto my front porch and squatted by the door. Two minutes later, I see my father storm out of the garage door and watch as he walks down the street looking for me. I hear him call my name several times and I just sit there watching.
Needless to say, I have no idea what happened once he walked back to our house and saw me sitting there. That memory has been permanently erased from my brain. Over timed, I learned that my parents actually had good intentions for my well being and upbringing. I am blessed for many of the experiences they ‘made’ me do and have become a better person because of them.
M.Y. August 2007