According to an organisation specificially dealing with this issue, one in seven kids between the ages of 10 and 18 will run away at some point.

When I was little, amongst friends it was talked about for an adventure but was never really executed.

Did you run away?

I ran away once when I was about 6, but I remember getting as far as the road outside our house and remembering that I wasn't allowed to cross it on my own. I spent the next hour hiding behind the dustbin round the back till I was hungry then went home.

What a prat I felt that day!

By the way, my parents knew I was there:mad:

You might read the whole episode in the Forum Soapbox one day.

Yep me n me mate decided to leg it one day.
I packed a bag full of essentials;
biscuits, soap, bog roll, socks...

He raided his piggy bank & brought a quid
(we are talking 1975...ish).

We got to the woods at the end of the road & saw 'Nobby' & his :loopy: mate - the local intelligencia.

As they hadn't spotted us we laid low & waited 'till they'd busted up what was particularly annoying them that day and buggered off.

With biscuits all gone and the emergency sweet rations bought with the quid nearly gone too, we decided home wasn't such a bad place after all.

My Dad (Ebaneezer Scrooge) had spotted the missing bog roll & I still got done. :mad:

I ran away from home when i was about 12 years old. I had a friend with me, we planned everything, we packed a small bag each, we had a small amount of money and we had somewhere to sleep (On top of the school).
We went to the local shop and i spent my money on a pack of Ryvita. I thought all those Ryvita would keep me going for weeks!. We then walked back towards the school and my big brother saw me. By then my parents had found the note i had left and were going crazy (My friend didn't leave a note).
My big brother dragged me home and i got a 'good hiding'. My friend got away scott free on the account his parents didn't even know he had run away!.

Yes obviously i ran away from evil, horrible home.

Me and my friend werent secretive about the fact we were running away. My mum gave us some rations (tins of stuff) and we packed them off and began walking (we werent sure of where.) My friends older brother then found us and nicked the tins of food. He was on his bike and we hadnt walked very far at all and he cycled away with our stuff and threw the tins all over the road infront of my house for some unknown reason (he was hyperactive.) My mum, unfortunately, was watching and saw spaghetti all over the road and came out and gave him a good telling off. Well that was it - excitement over and no rations the novelty of running away was a distant memory and we returned home to play with the barbies.

Me and my friend werent secretive about the fact we were running away. My mum gave us some rations (tins of stuff)

as well as a tin opener I hope :hihi:

I threatened to a couple of times but never actually went through with it as my mum would tell me I could go & stay with a friend of hers who lived around the corner (her friend was also the headteacher at the primary school I went to & v scary :gag: )

Yeah I did, don't remember how young I was though!

I think I went to the end of the road and I was hungry- so I went home after much consideration!

On easter sunday when I was about 5 , I ran away, I got blamed for something I'd not done. So I went upstairs packed my bag (teddy bear and clothes!) and announced I was leaving!

My parents and nanna say ok then leave, so I did. I stood outside the door awhile unsure of what to do then hid myself around the passage way at the side of the house, crying. It was freezing and I had no coat. About 20 mins (well it felt like that!) later my parents eventually decided to come and find me, and they looked in all the normal places, I was watching them from where I was hiding, they forgot to look where I was!

About 10 mins later they began to panic and they went to the neighbours, than they got the car out..... my mum started crying and something made me come out of my hiding place.

I never did want to 'run away' ever again.

Can anyone remember that dreadful panicky feeling you got as a kid if you lost your mum in the supermarket? It only ever happened once to me, I will never forget it!

I never ran away but I used to threaten to. I made 'Hungry and Homeless' signs and sat at the bottom of our path for a couple of minutes. Often said I'd phone Child Line but my mum just used to give me 10p for the phone box...

I once ran away when I was about 9. I told my mum I was going and she said ok! I packed my vanity bag with my favourite cuddly (a sheep called baaa lamb!), a book and my nightie and went down to the bus stop on Penistone Road. The plan was to go to my Nan-nans but when I got to the bus, I realised that I had no bus fare and went home!

My daughter ran away once too. She got as far as the local youth club, stayed there till it shut and then came home!! Pretty pathetic really!!! lol!

Yes, I did. After a particularly nasty argument with my mummy over buying the wrong coloured jelly, I ventured on my Mobo scooter to Woodhouse from far-away Hackenthorpe.

Once there I cried trickly horrible tears in some playground over in them parts: the sort of serious tears that make your face look clean - at least the bits that had been washed with lagrimal fluid.

Then I decided that lime jelly wasn't worth leaving home for.
Having failed to gel with the locals, and not understanding their unusual foreign banter, I set off on the long journey home.

When I got back, my mum greeted me with a thick ear, and summoned me to a hot scummy bath.

Later that night, I sat next my mummy on the setee with a bowl of lime jelly knowing Woodhouse wasn't for me.

I went to sleep that night a wiser little boy.

Originally posted by Sam Miguel
Yes, I did. After a particularly nasty argument with my mummy over buying the wrong coloured jelly, I ventured on my Mobo scooter to Woodhouse from far-away Hackenthorpe.

Once there I cried trickly horrible tears in some playground over in them parts: the sort of serious tears that make your face look clean - at least the bits that had been washed with lagrimal fluid.

Then I decided that lime jelly wasn't worth leaving home for.
Having failed to gel with the locals, and not understanding their unusual foreign banter, I set off on the long journey home.

When I got back, my mum greeted me with a thick ear, and summoned me to a hot scummy bath.

Later that night, I sat next my mummy on the setee with a bowl of lime jelly knowing Woodhouse wasn't for me.

I went to asleep that night a wiser little boy.

Wow Sam! you really were a brave little lad, venturing over to Woodhouse crossing the white bridge that divided the sane persons in Hackenthorpe from the ruffians on the other side.

BTW Your mother was right to thrash you, everyone knows lime jelly is awful :gag:

I do not remember actualy leaving home ,but I know it was often planned.
I do remember a classmate knocking on the door one day .
It was P*****g down ,he was soaked through and looking for someone to run away with him because his mother had thrown the cat out in the rain.
He was not a close friend,so I reckon by the time he got to our house I was one of his last hopes.
Needless to say the demise of his cat was not enough to induce me to leave home