No, no, you can't elope yet. Finish kindergarten, and we'll talk.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/7811686.stm

 

I couldn't cross the street by myself at that age. And these kids were headed to Africa?

 

Wow.

 

Only in Germany. And Africa, I guess.

 

No, no, you can't elope yet. Finish kindergarten graduate school, and we'll talk.

 

I think I was at least 8 before I even concocted my first plot to run away, which usually involved throwing a few things in a bag and going to sit under the big oak tree down the street for 10 or 15 minutes.

 

I used to try to dig to China. It usually lasted a few feet until I found a nice layer of rock.

 

Well, at least it wasn't a kindergarten teacher trying to elope with five-year-old Ike.

 

Who are you calling a cantaloupe, you melon-head?

 

I just got bored after four feet

 

I hid in the woods across the street. I thought my parents got in the car to look for me once. Turned out they just went to dinner.

 

Haha I remember those days. I had a little suitcase (that is still in my old bedroom) and I'd throw it on the bed, throw some clothes in it and stomp off to the driveway. Mom would give me the "OK, good luck, we'll miss you" talk. And then I'd get to the road and realize my entire world consisted of the one-mile street on which we lived. And I knew my best friend's mom would send me home right away...so I trudged back into the house and ate my vegetables.