This piece of paper with note written in crayon is about 35 years old... written by our daughter when she was a little girl.
She was mad about something and decided she would run away.
I heard her rummaging around in her room, stomping through the house, slamming the screen door and then she started walking down our country road.

She walked with determination with her little hatbox/suitcase clenched tightly in her fist.
I hid behind the bush and watched. She always knew she was not to go beyond the little stone bridge... and she didn't.
She came to the bridge and sat down. I watched and waited.

Pretty soon she came home, unpacked her suitcase that contained underwear and her pet hamster and that was the end of that!