I was a wild child. Around...8 or so years old, we had an argument about something, so I said I'm running away. Parents said fine, just be back in time dinner. I grabbed my fishing, tackle box, back with flint, and my dog, walked down to the river, and went to my cave, which was about a mile or so upstream of the mighty tiger river, in SC. It wasn't really a cave, just an overhang, but it tall, and deep. It was my place, been going to it ever since I found it. Caught a worm, put a bobber n the water, and caught a couple decent size blue gills, cleaned them, and had a fire going before my parents started calling me.
Being the smug little **** that I was, I didn't answer. And my overhang cave can only be seen from the river itself. If you didn't know it was there, you could walk right over me. Anyway, I let it go on till dark, and by then, I think they had me found anyway, the fire and cooked fish and all. They were pissed. I think my dad was impressed, but he tanned my ass anyway.
We never joked about running away again, lol.