I think we watched one to many 'Leave it to Beaver' and the idea of running away from home piqued our interest.
Our mother or older in charge sib never seemed to notice our disappearance and I don't believe our departures lasted too long.
Our escape route was always the same. Depart by way of the alley on the side of our garage. I can remember packing light and using a pillow case to hold our valuables.
Our destination was the dead end street behind ours (Juniata) where there was a creek. It seemed to be a whole different world; a green valley uninhabited by adults where our imaginations could run wild... that is of course until we reminded one another that supper was at five and we were catapulted back to reality.
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