I was probably about or nine when my brother and I ran away. We'd "planned" it for weeks and so early in the morning before anyone else was awake we packed some clothes and my basketball (ball was still life even back then) and we slipped out the door. My plan was simple, we were going to make it to the airport and get to another country. The funniest thing though is we took the time to put our Timbs on and still somehow left the house without noticing we were wearing pajamas.
We ended up wandering around for hours, getting lost and and meeting a guy and his son. I think he was pretty suspicious of us but for some reason he didn't call the police. Finally we made it out of the woods and found that we had basically made a big circle and we were back our neighborhood. The police were everywhere, and neighbors were running around searching for us so even though we tried to hide, we got spotted almost immediately.
That was the day my dad said forget the belt, he went outside got a switch from the tree and I still have a couple of the scars. :lol
