I'm watching House of Payne right now; the episode where Jazzy runs away because she is being ignored since she is no longer the baby. And it made me realize the difference of today's youth from past generations.
It also made me remember the story my mom told us of the time she ran away.
At the time she was about four, maybe five, and she had gotten upset with Nana, her mom, my grandmom and defiantly announced that she was running away. So, like every good parent, my grandmother bid her adieu with her blessings, a sandwhich, and a reminder that she was not allowed to cross the street.
And you know what? Mom sat right there on the curb in front of her house and ate her sanwhich as she 'ran away' and when it became the regular time to come inside after dark... she did.
And she never ran away again.
There is really no point to this story... I just thought it was a little funny.
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