When I was 10 years old, I wanted to run away from home.
Don’t worry, I was quite decently looked after. I simply felt that my place was in the forest among my animal brethren rather than in a decently stylish, comfortable, large, suburban home (Duh. Easy choice).
I had everything very well planned out. To my mother’s surprise, I took a sudden interest in banking (Not telling her, of course, that it was to make sure I knew how to withdraw money from her account as needed). In addition, I had a set of blueprints for the simple cottage I would build, as well as alternative plans just in case something changed (also because I was bored and liked drawing houses).
I even had a spot picked out in the forest.
Then, suddenly, while adding the finishing touches to my plan, I remembered something.
