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Monday, April 13, 2009

Like Mother, Like Daughter (Part 2)

The Tongginator and our backdoor neighbor JC decided to run away from home yesterday. No conflicts precipitated this event, so I'm not exactly sure where the idea came from. Regardless, they packed up two backpacks and carted along their loveys, two small pillows and a blanket.

Runaways JC and the Tongginator creating
a makeshift bed on Easter Sunday, 2009


Their home away from home in Ring's driveway lasted about 30 minutes. Because it was chilly, y'all. And somewhat windy as well.

Flashback to 1978. My sister KitKat and I also ran away from our home in South Carolina. Only this time a conflict DID occur before we made our rather dramatic exit. While my momma visited with a friend across the street, my sister - for the very first time - put her hair up in "a princess" all by herself. When she asked our daddy the Colonel to walk her across the street to show Tonggu Grammy, the Colonel refused. He told KitKat that momma would be back soon enough. Yes... well... ahem...

Have I mentioned that my sister KitKat used to be a bit of a Tongginator herself?

And that we weren't allowed to cross the street without holding an adult's hand?

KitKat ran away. And she dragged me right along with her. For the record, we lasted much, much, much longer than JC and the Tongginator. Like... until the summertime sun went down... WELL after bedtime. I came in first and received ice cream and cuddles for my trouble. KitKat came in about an hour or so after me. (She didn't get any ice cream, but of course I'm too nice to point that out.) And yes, we stayed on our side of the street. Because no grown-ups were willing to hold our hands while we dragged along our runaway provisions.

Can you see my sister's "princess" hairstyle?
Yep. It's a bun. That's all. Just a bun.


Perhaps our status as runaways lasted much longer because we planned better. What's a backpack when you can wheel out two suitcases? Perhaps the Princess Bun Conflict ratcheted up the level of determination. What's a whim compared with Sheer Determination To Teach The Colonel A Lesson?

Still... I'm thinking it probably boils down to the weather. Note to parents: if you don't want your children to run away from home, move to a colder clime.

How about y'all? Have you or yours ever run away from home?

30 comments:

Tonggu Grammy said...

And don't forget that I gave you each $1 for emergencies but also told you that the MP's would not let you buy anything at the 7 Day Store because you were too young for an ID card. I also told you that the MP's didn't allow little children outside past bedtime. That probably motivated your return. Not your sister! Her return was much more traumatic. Another story another time.

The Source said...

Oh my. Both of those stories are too cute! At least you all came home on your own...right? When Darling Daughter was about 5 or 6 she became furious with me (I can't even remember why) and decided to run away. Of course her daddy was on a 24 hour shift at the fire dept and couldn't come home. He told me over the phone to just let her go. She'll come right back. "She won't even make it to the end of our street," he told me. Right. Stubborn little thing was blocks away and STILL going before I couldn't take it any more and went after her. And it was DARK outside. She didn't care. She planned to walk all the way to her Daddy.

None of my boys have ever tried such a thing. Her daddy did when HE was a child, though. And she is her daddy's girl!

Dita said...

OH, that is hysterical! I love the photo of you and your sister curbside on your little patch o' independence!

I tried to run away at about that age. I snagged a very similar looking yellow suitcase and began packing it. I hadn't gotten my way with my mother over something or other. My mother...not one for drama...came in and asked me what I was doing. When I told her that I was leaving she told me that she would help me out and she began emptying my drawers into the suitcase. Suddenly, I wasn't that into leaving!

Dawn said...

I ran away when I was just three - from the babysitter's house. My dad was in college at the time and I stayed with a babysitter so Mom could work in the college library to help make ends meet. The babysitter (who I disliked very much) left me sitting on the front porch (did I mention I was only THREE?) while she went inside to check on her own precious, little one. So, I left. Just like that! I walked all the way across the apartment complex to the apartment of one of my dad's friends. He was surprised to see me and asked if my parents knew I was here. I said they did and he believed me. (Only a 24-year-old college student would believe that!) So, there I was (for about 2 hours) perched on a stool playing pool with him when my parents (who had been called out of class and work!) finally came to him to ask him to help search for me. Thankfully, they were so relieved to see me by that point that I don't remember being punished.

No, I didn't ever have to go back to that sitter's house.

My kids have threatened to run away on only a few occasions. I've told them that that's fine, but they can only take with them the items that are theirs - nothing that's "mine" (or purchased by me). After realizing how little they'll leave with (including their clothes and food!) they've always decided that home isn't such a bad place.

Sarah said...

I tried to once.

jen@odbt said...

I tried to run away so I could return to my royal family. HA! My parents let me but I only got as far as the driveway b/c I couldn't cross the street too. Parents...they think they know everything :)

Joan said...

I ran away one time too. My next door neighbor, Mary, and I went up the alley to the next block. I can't recall how long we were gone but my Dad was working in the yard when I walked back. He said something like, glad you're back. Mary was grounded.

Aunt LoLo said...

I never ran away....I wasn't creative enough for that. However, my younger brother used to run away quite frequently...straight to the grandma lady next door with the cookie jar and candy tray! (Once, she came home and thought there was a burgler in her house. She snuck into the kitchen, phone in hand to call 911...only to find my three year old brother sitting under her kitchen table, eating all her cookies. Apparently she forgot to lock her front door.)

Rebecca Ramsey said...

Oh yes.
I was going to live at the creek and survive on berries and rainwater and sleep on the leaves.

But then I remembered that the creek has bugs that would crawl in my hair when I didn't even know it.
Plus it got chilly.
Weather and bugs--deal breakers for me.

Laura L. said...

I tried it once. I believe we only made it to the end of the block. I was too much of a mama's girl to wander too far.

There are days, when I still want to run away! Ha ha. Totally kidding. I do have those "Calgon take me away" times though. ;)

lighthousegal said...

Whenever I ran away I was going to live in my Gramma's walk-in closet (a place of mystery and awe since no one I knew had a walk-in closet). I got so far as to pack cans of soup, a jar of jelly and some peanut butter and walk to our mailbox (quite a walk for a little one since we lived in the country) but I turned around because the bag was too heavy.

Beach Mama said...

Reminds me of a time when Godzilla, at the age of six, decided that he would run away and live in a box! We had just purchased an appliance and had one of those huge cardboard boxes. There wasn't an incident leading up to this, he just wanted to play in the box. We explained he'd have to make his own living if if "moved out."

Well, he dragged that huge box out into the front yard. We live pretty far off from the road, and he put the box pretty close to the house. I looked out the window and he had his "necessities" and was holding out a baseball cap for driverbys to toss in money! Not that anyone could make the shot into his hat from the distance he was stationed. He stayed out for about 10 minutes and didn't get any money:)

That convinced him that he doesn't want to live in a box!

Kayce said...

I ran a way once...in high school. My mom was late picking me up so I said to my friend I'm running away today! Oh my mom was a bit mad! AHhhhh the things we do when we're 15 and our heads are far from screwed on.

When I was little I run away to my play house in the back yard. My parents liked that much better...they could keep an eye on me then. ;)

Heather of the EO said...

That is so funny. I love it. The pictures are the BEST.

Misty said...

reading all these run away stories was pretty funny!!!
my identical sis and i used to imagine we were running away... i guess it still worked even if it was all in our minds, but my fraternal sis actually attempted once, and she didn't tell any of us (what? no sister co-conspiracy?) and we were scared so badly!!! she had only gone to the backside of our property (4 acres) but it was after dark when we found her!! she took the dog for protection.. none of us even knew she was gone!

Norah said...

Guess my kids aren't going anywhere. It's so cold! What happened to Spring?!
What a bun! So very princess like.

Briana's Mom said...

Snort! Funny stuff!

I was too much of a scaredy cat to ever run away.

happygeek said...

I ran away several times. It was very challenging however as i was not allowed to cross the street. There really aren't all that many places you can go. Took me over an hour to figure that out.
I'd have given the Tongginator a run for her money.
My mom WORE OUT her copy of the strong willed child.

Colleen said...

LOL I used to run away all the time. Usually to the side of the house or the side of a neighbors house. If I wasn't running away I was playing princess....my thrown was the meter on the side of the house...I made all the nieghborhood boys bow down to me...dumb dumb's they did it : )

Sherri said...

I ran away once. I packed my stuffed bear, my blanket, pajamas, and an outfit in my striped suitcase and headed down the street. It was night time.

My mother and my MUCH OLDER sister (she's 8 years older than I and it is now my responsibility to point it out to the world every chance I get) LOCKED THE DOORS AND TURNED OUT THE LIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can vividly remember kicking and screaming and pounding on the door of the house and hearing them laughing inside. It was traumatic.

I don't remember WHY I ran away.

By the way, my sis is a vegetarian now and this weekend when she came for a visit, I stirred her meatless dish with a SPOON THAT TOUCHED MEAT!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

We love each other now........

gretchen from lifenut said...

I ran away from home all the way to our living room coat closet.

Oddly, my kids have never threatened to run away from home, but maybe that's because they don't watch old Leave It To Beaver re-runs. They have to get the idea from somewhere.

3 Peanuts said...

Oh that is so funny...I know I threatened to run away as a youngster but I grew up in PA...it was darned cold!!!

Sharie said...

I don't ever remember running away as a kid. Probably figured my parents wouldn't miss me anyway being they had 7 others:)

Amelia did run away last summer - oh yeah when she was just about 4. My niece was babysitting her and refused to take her to the park before lunch (per my instructions). My niece went to the bathroom and Amelia took off out the door.

My niece didn't know she could open the door so was looking all over the house for her - by the time she realized she might be outside, Amelia was across the street asking the neighbor lady to take her to the park - Oh HOW SCARY!! The lady said, "You must be Sissy?"

Needless to say, Amelia was still on time out when I got home (per my instructions) and still talks about it to this day. No I didn't spank her, hit her, or threaten her, but she got a really good talking to and the tears in my nieces eyes were enough to scare her silly!!

abc123vn said...

I never ran away BUT I did sell my little sister for a quarter (just waiting for my son to try that one) and my best friend took her home....it is a pretty funny story that my little sister has yet to let me forget!

OziMum said...

Yep. I was about 11. We lived on a 10 acre property with some bushland out the back. I packed a bag, and went and lived under a bush... for all of about 2 hours! Then I got hungry and went home.

Doug and Terrye said...

I did run away from home, and my mother offered to help me pack. Then Mom told me that I could run away, but I wasn't allowed to leave the yard. I decided that I would live on the front porch (we never used the front door), but came inside when I found out how hard the porch floor was :)

Terrye in FL

Suzy said...

I decided I would once - not sure where the idea came from, but it had something to do with a mental image of how hobos carried their stuff in a bandana tied on the end of a stick slung over their shoulders. While I am unwilling (or more likely unable) to put this kind of effort into action today, back then it was all about the accessories...

CC said...

Well, good thing she got that 1st run away out of the way. Cuz, you know she'll be all practiced for the next one. ;)

Patty O. said...

This is a timely post, as my kids keep talking about running away. I don't actually think they understand what it means. They are quoting an old Care Bears episode that my mom bought on DVD. Those old episodes are kinda creepy...

Jboo said...

My brother dragged my twin sister and me on a runaway adventure to the park about 5 blocks away when he was 5 and we were 3! He's been known as "Naughty Tom" ever since!

Janet