Great Escape

I Ran Away From My Life, and I Don’t Regret a Thing

It isn’t always the weaker decision

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II was five years old the first time I ran away from home. My mother wouldn’t let me play with a set of watercolor paints, and I resolutely decided that it wasn’t a situation I could live with. I snuck out after dinner, but it was still light when I set off down our dirt…