Running Away

When I was about four or five years old, I ran away from home. I remember doing it at least twice, once from the house and once in the downtown of the small town I lived in. My parents wisely said, "Better take a sandwich; you might get hungry" and let me go.

The first time I ran away (from the house), I stopped at a gas station and watched the goings on there. That's where my parents found me. The second time (downtown) some friends of my parents found me walking down the sidewalk and returned me to my parents, shocked that they would let me just run away like that.

But, my parents knew I'd come home when I got hungry. Or tired. Or bored.

The problem is for me lo these many years later, is I have no idea why I felt the need to run away. At the time I thought, perhaps, it was required. Maybe I saw something on television. I don't know. I sort of felt as if it were my duty to run away. I don't know. It's strange. Who can know the mind of a four or five year old?

Did you do anything as a child you have no idea why you did it? Let me know in the comments below.