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mac
04-07-2008, 03:19 PM
AP IMPACT: Life Rougher for Runaways. (http://www.comcast.net/news/articles/national/2008/04/07/Nowhere.To.Run/)

Who'da thunkit? I mean really?

Fish-Bait
04-07-2008, 03:32 PM
I packed my clothes when I was 8. My parents were in the middle of a divorce. I changed my mind about running away though because mom made mini pizza's that night with the welfare cheese we had.

58ford
04-07-2008, 03:40 PM
I decided to run away when I was about 6 or 7. I packed all my books in a suit case but it was too heavy to carry so I decided to stay. that night my mom didn't set me a place for dinner & when I sat down & complained she said, Oh, I thought you were the big run away. guess you need to figure out how to feed yourself.
When we were kids we didn't have welfare cheese. We picked the little orange bits out of the "Gainsburger with cheese". Ya know the little orange bits tasted just like the regular Gainsburger.

Conveyor Belt
04-07-2008, 03:49 PM
I decided to run away when I was about 6 or 7. I packed all my books in a suit case but it was too heavy to carry so I decided to stay. that night my mom didn't set me a place for dinner & when I sat down & complained she said, Oh, I thought you were the big run away. guess you need to figure out how to feed yourself.
When we were kids we didn't have welfare cheese. We picked the little orange bits out of the "Gainsburger with cheese". Ya know the little orange bits tasted just like the regular Gainsburger.


You could afford Gainsburger? You were RICH!!!

OLDLADY
04-07-2008, 03:53 PM
My goodness.......

wilebill
04-07-2008, 04:03 PM
You could afford Gainsburger? You were RICH!!!
Fer shur. Our animals ate scraps and were glad to get them. Except for the cows, they ate the corn that we slaved over to grow for them.

betsy
04-07-2008, 04:07 PM
I was shown first hand how little is available for these children who are in such a predicament when I went to a AIDS Education for Youth Program sponsored by the CDC in San Franscisco way back in 91. Some of these run-away's stories would make you cringe. Most of them that I interviewed did not even know where their parents were because they were street people strung out on drugs. The kids (one was 9) sold themselves on the street because they had nowhere to go. The shelters were full as they were in all of the big cities and could only give the kids food vouchers. I know this sounds unbelievable to be happening in the good ol USA, but believe me it is much worse today. We have starving people on the streets of America and kids that need homes but we choose to spend our money in foreign countries. I think "charity should begin at home" Check out the statistics

58ford
04-07-2008, 04:08 PM
You could afford Gainsburger? You were RICH!!!We were just lucky the neighbors fed their dogs outside.

politically incorrect
04-07-2008, 04:54 PM
The news media is always stating the obvious.

dollfus46
04-07-2008, 07:07 PM
I ran away when I was ten. Roamed the streets of East Hattiesburg. Lady of the streets named Rose took me in.
This bed of Rose's that I lay on
Where I was taught to be a man
This bed of Rose's that I lay on
Is the only kind of life I understand
Ooooo Oooooo Oooooooo
Bed of Rose's
Statler Brothers
Great Song about my young life growing up in Hattiesburg.

MamaTyson74
04-07-2008, 09:54 PM
I ran away when I was 13. My parents found out where I was and they called the police.......yep that was fun. I got my butt hauled off to the Clinton police station. There was a lady there that brought me and my friend into her office. I didnt go back home. After I told her a few things that went on in my household they understood why I left, but told me I should have called family to help. My poor friend didnt have a reason, she just didnt want me to go by myself LOL
I ended up moving all the way to Illinois with my grandparents. I stayed in a home with other runaways for 2 days before I left.

thrillseeker
04-07-2008, 10:08 PM
WOW. That makes me appreciate my childhood. Yeah things were tough some but I dont think I ever wanted to run away. Maybe when I was real small but not really.

mac
04-07-2008, 10:12 PM
I did it a few times but it was kinda like what Fish Bait and 58ford described. When I was a teenager I didn't run away-- I got kicked out twice. The first time I was 15 years old. I went to stay at my best friend's house for about 3 weeks. The second time I was 18 or 19-- I had moved out to go to college but was back temporarily. So I just started paying rent at a friend's house, and that lasted about a month. She was living with a thug drug dealer and I didn't particularly like living there, so I went back to my dad with my tail tucked between my legs and said what I had to say to get back in, then avoided him like the plague until I got out permanently again.

My childhood could've been worse, but it's hard for me to imagine my adolescent years any worse than they were-- at least without someone killing someone.

MamaTyson74
04-07-2008, 10:15 PM
I'd hate to imagine my childhood worse then it was. Heck years of counseling is the only thing that helped me!!
I really feel for kids that have to runaway to get away from things in their home. Do we have any support and help for runaways in the h'burg area?

Ted
04-07-2008, 10:19 PM
. . . . .
My poor friend didnt have a reason, she just didnt want me to go by myself LOL
. . . . . . Wow!!
That's a real friend. :smt023

MamaTyson74
04-08-2008, 06:29 PM
Wow!!
That's a real friend. :smt023
Yep, she is still my best friend :clap:

58ford
04-08-2008, 06:35 PM
I did it a few times but it was kinda like what Fish Bait and 58ford described. When I was a teenager I didn't run away-- I got kicked out twice. The first time I was 15 years old. I went to stay at my best friend's house for about 3 weeks. The second time I was 18 or 19-- I had moved out to go to college but was back temporarily. So I just started paying rent at a friend's house, and that lasted about a month. She was living with a thug drug dealer and I didn't particularly like living there, so I went back to my dad with my tail tucked between my legs and said what I had to say to get back in, then avoided him like the plague until I got out permanently again.

My childhood could've been worse, but it's hard for me to imagine my adolescent years any worse than they were-- at least without someone killing someone.
And look at ya now.......knocked up by a pharmacist.

Ted
04-08-2008, 06:49 PM
Yep, she is still my best friend :clap:
:smt023