For today’s Smorgasbord Sundays post, I’d like to get a bit more personal. Based on the comments my lovely readers have left me on the blog and via e-mail, I get the feeling that you actually enjoy it when I ramble and don’t just stick to straight-forward reviews.
Well, I’m going to share something very personal with you!
It’s a memory of the time I ran away from home. I think it’ll give you a little glimpse into what I was like when I was younger, and perhaps you’ll see how it affected me now that I’m older.
I ran away from home when I was 5 years old.
Although I was a pretty obedient child, one weekend, I was a total brat. Something my mom said rubbed me the wrong way, and I decided to call it quits!
Who was she to tell me I couldn’t eat candy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Why was brushing your teeth so important if the baby teeth were going to fall out anyway? Why couldn’t I watch cartoons all day long? Why was I never allowed to draw my crayon masterpieces on the living-room walls?
Oh, life was just so unfair!
I remember rushing upstairs to my bedroom to pack a ‘suitcase’. In actuality, it was just one of those kiddie backpacks that couldn’t hold more than a small snack and maybe a pair of mittens.
After getting frustrated that the stuff I needed to bring wouldn’t fit, I decided to just carry the two items by hand.
What did little Mary consider to be a survival necessity?
One was a pillow!
It was really small…one of those baby pillows. The pillow case had pink embroidery of teddy bears and accents along the scalloped edges that I thought was so pretty.
I’ve been a creature of comfort for a long time. Even to this day, I’m very picky about my pillows – they can make or break a good night’s sleep!
The second necessity was a book.
Too bad that I can’t remember exactly which book it was, however, it must’ve been a favourite. (I remember rummaging through a lot of my books before deciding on one.)
Yeah, the thought of food or water never crossed my mind. As long as I had a good picture book and a soft place to lay my head, it was enough for me.
I stormed down the stairs, but my mom, who had been preparing supper in the kitchen, didn’t hear me. What did diva Mary do? I actually went back upstairs and then came back down, but made sure to stamp extra hard on each step on the staircase to make my presence known.
My mom heard all that ruckus, and saw me heading toward the sliding door to the backyard. (I chose to go out the back so my mom would notice. The front door wasn’t visible from the kitchen.)
“Where are you going?” My mom asked casually while stirring something in a pot on the stove.
“I’m running away from home!” I exclaimed while shooting my dirtiest look ever.
“Okay.” She said. “But make sure you come back for dinner.”
Clearly she wasn’t taking my 5-year-old self seriously! How infuriating! So, with much gusto, I put on my shoes, and flung the door open so noisily that my father, who was in the basement, called out, “What’s all that noise?”
My mom answered nonchalantly, “Mary’s running away from home.”
I barely heard my dad yell, “She’s what?” before I was in the backyard.
And then time came to a crawl like a thirsty person in a desert.
Every. Second. Felt. Like. Hours.
A cold gust of wind taunted the back of my neck, which gave me goosebumps.
But I was determined to say goodbye and strike out on my own.
I only made it as far as the gate. Suddenly, the world beyond the backyard seemed like a big, scary place. My stomach was queasy.
So what did I do? I went back home.
When I was greeted by my mother’s amused smile and my dad coming upstairs to ‘stop me’ from running away, I puffed out my chest. And in the most defiant tone I could muster, I exclaimed, “I only came back because I was hungry!”
Clearly, a survival necessity was attempting to save my pride. 😉
My mom, still keeping her oh-so-cool demeanour, looked at me seriously and said, “Let us know the next time you decide to run away from home.”
That was the first and the last time I ever ran away from home.
Even many years later, my dad would bring this up, and we’d have a good laugh about it. He used to ask me where I ever got such an idea to run away because it’s not like I was watching a lot of crap on TV.
It’s too bad that he’s not still alive today because I think I finally figured out what influenced me!
The Wizard of Oz was my favourite movie (it still is). And I used to watch it at least once a week when I was a kid. So…maybe subconsciously, I identified with Dorothy Gale running away from home.
Did you ever fake ‘running away’ from home when you were a kid? What’s something funny or cute that you used to do as a child? And, if you have children of your own, what’s something funny they did or said recently?