Mom was advised that she was really going to have trouble with me now.
The first time I ran, I wasn't actually home. I was 13 years old when I was sent to New York for a "visit" with my Aunt and Uncle in the country.
They were simple folks. Warm, caring and I loved them dearly but I knew I just didn't belong. I longed to fit, and didn't understand why I couldn't, but I can tell you that I truly didn't want to hurt anyone.
But I was driven.
Bolting through the cornfields I ran for what seemed forever.