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I did when I was 5 years old. My mother & I had a disagreement, and I said I was going to run away. Whe said, "fine." I packed some clothes in a cardboard box, poked a hole in the side & tied a rope through it. I dragged it around the house and when I passed the kitchen window where my mother was washing dishes, I told her I was leaving now. She said, OK. So after dragging my box around the house a few times saying I was leaving & her saying it was OK, I went around one more time and said I was really leaving this time. So I started down the road dragging my box behind me in the dirt. About half a block from home, I looked back to see my mother running toward me carrying a switch. She used that to hit me with until we got back home. I never tried to run away again.
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Marv Evans
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