Yes, I was a teen runaway.
I sent myself down a series of hard roads, starting at around 15 years old. I learned from the School of Hard Knocks. Most of that was my own fault, but much of it was because of my overwhelming desire to survive, overcome and conquer. Somehow I was actually able to survive and have adventures along the way, the way a traveling storyteller would have in Ireland long ago.
The First Time also coincided with my first date.
The Second Time around I was placed in another home by legal authorities.
The Third Time I smuggled my dog on a city bus and took her with me.
The Miller Miles, parts 1, 2, 3 and 4 was possibly the most stupid mistake I ever made in my life.
Ending the Cycle wasn't easy, but finally, after too many years of living in fear and always running away, I managed to break the pattern.
These are the only stories I have in my blog so far, but stay in touch. There is MUCH more to come.
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