One time I tried to run away when I was five or six. I first went to my neighbor's house (he was a crackhead) and hung out there for about a half hour. Then I went to a house further down the street and found a boy my age in the backyard. We started playing sword fight until I hit him in the eye with a stick and made him cry. Then his dad came out and yelled at me so I ran home and hid in the back yard until my mom saw me ducking behind the pool.
I was only gone for an hour.