
Originally Posted by
Lena
I was, like, six and we were living at the women's shelter. I took all the other little kids who were living there, like four of them all younger than me, and I was like, "let's run away." And we just walked away. They thought we'd all been kidnapped by some abusive husband/boyfriend, and all the cops in town were looking for us. I took some back roads and we got like two miles from the shelter before I decided it was safe to hitchike. I stuck out my thumb and I still remember this guy stopping and being like, "where y'all going?," just like I was a grown up. Luckily he took us to the police station.
So the counselor at the shelter told my mom she had to spank to me. She came in and she gave me this speech about how what I had done was very dangerous and I had to understand how serious it was and so she was going to spank me. I was like, "fine, just go ahead and kill me. I know you want to." and she burst into tears and ran out of the room. It took a few hours and a lot of counselling for her to spank me.
Another time I ran away when I was nine or ten. I'd just read Julie of the Wolves and I was going to go live in the wilderness. And I did, for almost two weeks in the middle of winter in Alaska before they found me.
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