by Harry on January 6, 2009

I tried to run away from home once, when I was 7. I was not at all unhappy, I had just spent a lot of time reading Alison Uttley’s Little Grey Rabbit books, in which one character wandered around with all his belongings wrapped in a hanky on the end of a stick that he carried over his shoulder. I wanted to be like that. My mother, remarkably, helped me wrap up the belongings. It now occurs to me that she was probably reasonably confident that, in the middle of a massive thunderstorm, I wouldn’t get very far. I spend a very cheerful hour eating whatever she’d packed while sitting in a stream of water under a rather large table in the playground of the school, the schoolhouse of which we inhabited at the time. Then I returned home, defeated, cold, sodden, but full and happy.

But I never thought of eloping.



Jay Jordan 01.06.09 at 5:33 pm

Wow. I though I was ambitious as a kid. I remember having a lot of big ideas. My plans were always hampered by a significant lack of planning and poor execution. Not these three.


Jay Jordan 01.06.09 at 5:34 pm

P.S. – I love this blog. Keep it up.


lindsey 01.06.09 at 5:38 pm

I always thought that if I ever got married I’d elope to some place cool. But I didn’t think that when I was 5…

The story was cute, if not alarming.


notsneaky 01.06.09 at 6:51 pm

Cute story.

I did the same “run away for a day” thing when I was a kid, pretty regularly, with my grandmother packing my hanky tied to a stick. My inspiration though was Snufkin from the Moomintroll books who always went south every winter. I even got me a harmonica though never learned to play.


dr ngo 01.06.09 at 9:51 pm

You just put your lips together . . . and blow.


notsneaky 01.07.09 at 2:05 am

Really? I thought my bow wasn’t resined enough.


Joel Turnipseed 01.07.09 at 6:28 am

I’m in serious laughing/crying mode over this, as I already have a four year-old teenage girl here at home. Trying to think how funny it will be when she calls me from the Elvis Chapel in Vegas in two years’ time…

Still, a lovely story as it happened.


Alicon 01.07.09 at 4:50 pm

This story reminded me of an old Smothers Brothers song, “Anne Marie and Jean Pierre.” It’s adorable. I can’t find a clip online, but this story has spurred me to buy the album on Amazon….

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