November 2009
1 post
Runaway
One time I ran away with no where to go. I did not get far. Bringing the only things I cared about; a stuffed dog a baby blanket in a red small backpack. I unlocked the gate and stepped out on to the cul-de-sac reluctantly and deliberately. This was the end and the start. My small feet moved down the hill to the first block, to the third block and the fifth. Walking all the way to our local...