In my family, if you say “the time DFQ ran away”, they’ll ask you to be more
- Yes, I ran away.
To save time, I’ll just give you the facts…
1st time-I was 5, ran to an elementary school down the street to find my sister…
got locked in the school, police were called, my parents were hysterical.
2nd time- I was 13 1/2…had an argument with my mom about going to some
party. I went out my 2nd story bedroom window, walked to Memphis State
Univ. (now Univ. of Mphs.), called a minister/counselor we knew who had an
office there. He came to talk to me, called my parents & said I was okay but
that I was very upset & angry and that if everyone was agreed, he’d take me
to his grown daughter’s apartment for the night & then he’d pick me up from
there & bring me home. I had an absolute blast that night…his daughter was
really cool, I saw that people actually could smoke pot & not become demons,
and I was ready to go home the next day. My parents welcomed me home,
told me that I didn’t have to leave home, that I could always talk to them…
3rd time-Maybe 2 months later…another fight with my mom…me out the
bedroom window again. No money (either time), I started walking…this is
like 3am. I’m walking down Poplar (major street in Mphs) and this VW Bug pulls
up, one guy inside, & he asks if I’m okay, do I need a ride? I say no, leave me
alone. He says, Look, it’s not safe for you to be out here. I’m figuring you ran
away. Let me take you to the Police Station. They can help you. After a few
minutes, I actually got into this man’s car! And he actually took me to the Police
Station!!! If he had been a rapist/killer, my body would never have been found.
Police called my dad, he picked me up…parents happy I was home but grounded
4th time- 14 1/2…fight with my mom (seeing a pattern here?) about going to a
party with my boyfriend (who she actually liked). She didn’t want me to go to the house
where the party was being held, this escalated into a yelling match & she used
the words “if you keep this up, maybe I’ll just ground you from seeing David”
I was 14 & in love & this made me nuts. So out the bedroom window I went…
and I landed wrong & broke my ankle. I had to hobble around to the front door
and ring the bell (it was 11:30pm) and my dad took me to the ER. I was on
crutches for weeks. My mom finally left me alone…my dad seemed to understand
that I wasn’t wanting to go out & drink or take drugs or steal cars or vandalize
property. I just wanted to be with my friends or go hang out alone for a while
and I simply didn’t want a bunch of grief about it.
There’s more but I don’t want to bore you guys senseless…
I’ll keep talking if you want though!!!