I once convinced my friend Ryan that there was a private jet coming to pick us up at the fire hydrant across the street. I made him pack a suitcase, I packed one myself, and I told him that we would probably need some “snacks” for the trip (hint hint). After packing his own suitcase and sniping some delicious cookies from his house, we waited patiently by the fire hydrant. While we waited, I suggested that we indulge in some treats. So we stood there, with our suitcases in front of the fire hydrant… waiting for this private jet. And when the cookies were all gone, I simply said “heh… I guess the plane’s not coming today” and went home… leaving him standing there with nothing but a suitcase and a sandwich bag with some crumbs in it.
I ran away from home one time… My mom was just being a mom, and I couldn’t deal, so I packed a bag and off I went… Three doors down, to my friend Jessies house. After being there for a few hours (completely with the mindset that I had “moved out”, I was “on my own” in the big bad world) I started wondering… “why aren’t they coming looking for me?!”… “don’t they care that their 6 year old daughter RAN AWAY?!”… Finally I decided to go home. Angry, and feeling like nobody cared, I yelled at my mom “how come you didn’t come after me? Didn’t you care that I ran away?”, to which she calmly answered “honey, I watched you walk to Jessies house”.