Haha! I tried to run away from home once. Only once. My dad told me that I could go, but I could only take what was mine. I started out the door with a Raggedy Ann doll and a paper grocery sack full of clothes. He calmly took those out of my hands and told me that he bought those, so they were his. I shrugged and started for the door again. Then he told me that I'd have to leave the clothes I was wearing since he bought those and they were his, as well. I shrugged, peeled out of my clothes, and went out the back door. Sat on the step naked for about 2 minutes, then went in the house and got dressed. I never threatened to run away again.