A Bag Of Clothes And A Teddy Bear

Everyone at some point got scolded really bad by their parents. You do something naughty, you get caught, and then you get punished for it.

This happened to me once when I was around six years old. I think my transgression was being out of the house all day without permission. When my Mom found out, she was so angry because she expressly told me not to go out of the house. This was compounded by the fact that it was not the first time I did it. So, angrily and obviously resigned, she told me to leave the house.

Yes, it was pretty cruel considering my young age at that time but my mother was really having a bad day and she wasn't really seriously kicking me out. Now that I'm older, I do think she shouldn't have done that.

Anyway, there I was, standing in front of my Mom, telling me to leave. I didn't move. A child doesn't have a lot of options to go to aside from home, you know. She then repeated to me, "Leave."

Slowly, I began packing. I got a bag and placed in a few clothes of mine. I remember having to clutch my teddy bear because it wouldn't fit in the bag. My emotions at that time were a mix of deep sadness and guilt.

I went downstairs and I saw some of my housemates - young adults, I should say. They were laughing so hard. I guess I could see now what was funny, but it was not definitely funny to me at that time. I was a six year old clutching a bag containing some clothes and a teddy bear. I went out and didn't know where to go.

Now, let me tell you about the place we used to live in. It was like a family compound. On the right of our house, there lived some relatives. On the other side, my grandfather. Yes, it was a closely-knit clan. So, when I got out of the house and contemplated where I should go, I thought of my grandpa.

I went to my grandpa, explaining why my mom kicked me out. My grandpa indulged me and let me hang around with him...until an older cousin ordered me to go back to our house. Once again, I packed up my things including my teddy bear and went back to the house.

What met me was another round of laughter from my housemates when they saw me returning. I later find out that my mom came looking for me after I went out. My memory unfortunately ends there. I reckon the whole situation lasted for one and a half hour max.

That's my story of the time I ran away. Okay, technically, kicked out.
mareliberum mareliberum
Nov 16, 2012