On the way to work, I noticed a little girl walking in the rain. Dressed in a pink raincoat, a long pink skirt and pink rain boots, her arms were folded tightly across her chest as she stomped her way down the sidewalk. There in the minivan, with hazard lights flashing, was her mom, driving against the curb at a snails pace. Every few seconds she'd look over at her daughter then back to the road. In the front seat was a big stack of stuff --- stuff belonging to a little girl of about ten years old. The mother wore an expression, that I remember well. The one that says, "Okay, if you're going to run away from home, I won't stop you. But, I'm going to be here in case you change your mind."
I ran away from home once. Did you?