Alternate title: Sometimes I have something to say longer than 140 characters
When I was little
I ran away from home, got to the end of the apartment complex, got scared, ran back home, realized I had locked the door, so I sat down on the front steps until my mom woke up from her nap and let me back inside the house. Crying was involved.
Good story.
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When I was little, I packed some stuff into a bag, grabbed a tent, and walked down the hwy near my parents' house. This lady saw me walking along the road (it was a pretty remote area), stopped her car and rolled down her window to ask me if I was really lost. I had to admit to her that I wasn't and I felt totally deflated because I wanted to be a real wandering nomad.
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