Wandering off at a young age getting lost seeking adventure

[AspieOtaku]

When i was young i used to wander off seeking adventure, id climb the fence as a toddler and wander off a few miles from home only to get lost and police pick me up and take me home and chew my parents out. Does anyone else have this habit? Idid it again a few more times. Almost got taken away by child protective services each time i did it. Probably good i didnt though autism wasnt known much back then and many foster parents would have given up up me.

 

[LadyS]

Not me, but this was my Aspie brother. My parents owned a business and would often have to leave us in the house to work outside, during which time my brother often wandered off down the street, try to order a pizza at a local pizza hut and then be brought home by the police. He also wandered and got lost a couple times when going to amusement parks and stores.

 

[Gerontius]

Did it only a couple times as a kid as I was very rule-conscious, but I wander off as an adult a lot!

 

[Yeshuasdaughter]

I was quite run-away-ish as a child. It started when I was two, and would sneak out the door of our home in Arcata, up the hill to the park by the University.

And as I grew into middle childhood I would run because I childishly thought life wasn't fair in my family or my town, and another part because I wanted adventure. I was a pretty naïve kid, looking back, for doing all that hitchhiking, walking long distances, and riding greyhounds by myself. I ran into some real trouble at a couple points, like kidnapping, etc. I'm darn lucky to be typing this right now.

But I'm also lucky to have seen and done the things I experienced that most people never get to see.

One time my dad picked me up from Portland, Oregon, and was driving me back home to our home in the high desert of Southern California. He didn't yell at me once. Instead, with his kind heart, he had taken the seats out of the minivan, and put a mattress in the back for me to sleep on. What a guy!

When he was fifteen he hitchhiked across America on Route 66, and always has had adventure in his eye.

We took the scenic route home, through our old home, the coast redwoods. An oldies song with the refrain "My little runaway" came on. My dad began singing it to me with a twinkle in his eye.

He also had to rescue me from awful places like Skid Row L.A., Redding, Riverside, and various other places I got stuck or my transmission finally gave out. Never yelled at me once. He wanted adventure too.

Other places I wandered were Clearwater FL, Victoria BC, San Francisco CA, an indian reservation in Eastern Montana, the Oregon Coast, etc.

I think that when my daughter graduates high school at the end of this summer, we will go on a wild adventure somewhere.

*****
This is the song my dad sang for me on one of the most wonderful daddy daughter trips of my life:

 

[Pieceofmind]

I always did, it was my only way to see the world and then became my only way to get anywhere anyways later. People tried to stop me but they couldn't. Now I can traverse most places I been in my entire life on foot here and not get lost. Don't even need public transit unless I need to get to work very far away which isn't the case anymore. The only time I actually did get lost is when I took the wrong bus and just got off somewhere I recognized and hitchhiked my way to the main road where I had to be and somehow made it in time. Dead middle of Winter too, was not fun.

 

[Au Naturel]

I was quite run-away-ish as a child. It started when I was two, and would sneak out the door of our home in Arcata, up the hill to the park by the University.

Some parts because I childishly thought life wasn't fair in my family or my town, and another part because I wanted adventure. I was a pretty naive kid, looking back, for doing all that hitchhiking, walking long distances, and riding greyhounds by myself. I ran into some real trouble at a couple points, like kidnapping, etc. I'm darn lucky to be typing this right now.

But I'm also lucky to have seen and done the things I experienced that most people never get to see.

One time my dad picked me up from Portland, Oregon, and was driving me back home to our home in the high desert of Southern California. He didn't yell at me once. Instead, with his kind heart, he had taken the seats out of the minivan, and put a mattress in the back for me to sleep on. What a guy!

When he was fifteen he hitchhiked across America on Route 66, and always has had adventure in his eye.

We took the scenic route home, through our old home, the coast redwoods. An oldies song with the refrain "My little runaway" came on. My dad began singing it to me with a twinkle in his eye.

He also had to rescue me from awful places like Skid Row L.A., Redding, Riverside, and various other places I got stuck or my transmission finally gave out. Never yelled at me once. He wanted adventure too.

Other places I wandered were Clearwater FL, Victoria BC, San Francisco CA, an indian reservation in Eastern Montana, the Oregon Coast, etc.

I think that when my daughter graduates high school at the end of this summer, we will go on a wild adventure somewhere.

*****
This is the song my dad sang for me on one of the most wonderful daddy daughter trips of my life:

I wish I had your father. Mine was gone at work most of the time and exhausted when he came home. He'd sit down, start the newspaper or fire up the CB radio, and doze off. I have very few memories of doing things with my father.

OTOH, when mom wasn't telling me to get stuff for her or whacking me with a yardstick, she really paid me no heed. Wandering off cross country became second nature to me. I have a good brain for mapping and I never got lost.

 

[Aspychata]

As a young child, l always took off. I use to go to a little store on Geary street in Frisco. The way older guy behind the counter always grabbed my hands, and l remember feeling held hostage. But it was the only place l could spend .50 cents and get a tiny glass bottle in the shape of a fish. I just had to plan a beeline exit as soon as l purused the eye level shelf.

Another time, l was was 2nd grade, my girlfriend and l were at playland in Frisco, but l noticed a older guy following us around, l asked someone to call the cops which escorted us in a squad car away. Times were so simple then.