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I wrote this up July 6, 2012, but I thought I would share it here too.

I ran away once.

It was my baby sitter’s home. She was this mean woman who took care of me and my sister along with her kids. The youngest, (my age) was named Benny and he used to wet the bed. When I used to get in trouble, she’d make me go and sit on his urine-soaked bed. I’m not sure if she ever cleaned that bed.

One example of that was the time when Benny and I were running around inside the house. Now, I knew it was against the rules to run in the house, but we were both being little kids. (I was maybe 3 or 4 at this time in my life.) So, we ran through the living room, past the bedrooms, through the kitchen, and back into the living room again while she was watching us and leaning against the wall.

I noticed her smile as Benny ran past her, and then I was flying through the air. She had tripped me and I flew into the couch. She yelled at me for running in her house and then made me go stay in Benny’s bed for 20 minutes. But when you’re that young, it feels like hours. Benny got his older brother’s bed and was allowed to play with his toys, though we weren’t allowed to talk.

There were other incidents too that proved she was a bad baby sitter. Like the time she decided to take us to the Casey’s store that was just down the street from where I lived at the time. This was in Herman Missouri, by the way. We were seat belted into the back seat, and I was by the door. I’d just recently learned a bit about riding a bike, and how to stop myself by putting my feet on the ground. I was unaware of how a car moved faster than a bike and this would be an unacceptable way to stop a car. So, I opened the door.

I remember her daughter telling her that I opened the door, and she said something to the effect of, “Let him, he’ll learn not to do it again.” As I put my foot down on the pavement. The top of my foot got a lot of skin torn off of it that morning. Now, I think it was at this point in time that my mother threw a fit and yelled at her ten ways from Sunday for that, but money was tight, (later that year we ended up homeless for a brief period of time that I don’t really remember too much of – I’ll relay that another time) so we were still going to her daily.

Now, somewhere in this time she started babysitting the Police Chief’s daughter, Sam. Sam was a pretty little blonde haired blue eyed girl that I was best friends with. (My first crush, I suppose. I started young.) Well, one day during the summer we were playing outside and I had asked her if she wanted to see my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle bowl collection. I was really into the Turtles. Though I didn’t know the term at the time, I cosplayed as the Turtles regularly, and even had an outfit that my mother bought for me that included Raphael’s Sai’s and a turtle shell. I wore it everywhere until my sister lost one of the Sai’s while we were driving down the road. I was super pissed at her for that.

Anyway, Sam said, “Sure,” and I grabbed her hand, and took off! Across the street, and then down the road we went, looking both ways at every crossing we came to. Now, my house wasn’t very far from the baby sitter’s. Maybe a quarter of a mile, or a half mile, tops. It was two left turns from our house. So once we crossed the street, the most dangerous part was over. We just had to go across driveways for businesses. When you’re a young kid and you’re trying to impress a pretty girl, that’s not too difficult to do.

So we got to the end of the street and made the right hand turn. We were booking along at a pretty amiable gait when we came to a small bridge. It was a combination foot bridge and overpass over some water, and there were three elderly ladies walking across it.

Now, if you’re walking down the street, and you see two 4 year old kids wandering around alone, you’re going to be concerned. I remember them smiling at us, and Sam told them our names. That pissed me off to no end and I looked at her sternly, but she was all smiles. This upset me for two reasons: The first was that these were STRANGERS and you do NOT talk to strangers. The second reason makes me chuckle still, because I knew we were doing something we weren’t supposed to be doing and if we got caught, I’d have to sleep on the urine mattress again.

The women were nice, but they stopped a passing police officer and he took us back to the baby sitter. He showed me his cuffs and put them on me and put me in the back seat of the car, while Sam sat up front with him. I was four and I was being arrested for the first time! My life of crime had started; I’d never be the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle I’d always wanted to be. My mother found out and I don’t believe we ever went back to that baby sitter again. Thus ended my adventure of running away, getting arrested, and never having to sleep on a urine soaked bed ever again.

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