I didn't feel that running away would change anything but when the roof of the garage started coming off I thought it was time to go.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I couldn't live up to it. So I chose to run away.
Running was like the friend that never left. It was just always there.
I started running away when I was five years old. It wasn't until I was an adult that I realized what I really wanted was somebody to come after me when I was running away.
I think I survived by running away some. Running away to work.
We ran three cars last year. Unfortunately, as time went on, we did have to let a few people go, which we regretted, but just because of the situation.
I never knew when I was gong to leave. I might be walking over to a kid's house, then of all a sudden I would just stick out my thumb and hitchhike across three states.
I did try to leave, and she came running after me.
In an earthquake, I shouldn't run out of the house - I should run into it.
I would have probably stolen cars - it would have given me the same adrenaline rush as racing.
I needed to run away in order to come home.