Little Boy Blue...Ran Away

When I was little sometimes I would get really mad at things. I would threaten to run away and then pack up and leave. I never made it far. I usually ended up sitting in the car port in front of the car. I thought I waited out there for a couple of hours and then I would sneak back in to the back yard. I bet that it was really like 15 minutes at the longest, but it felt like forever to a little kid. I would usually try to come through the back door and make it to my room. In such a small house this never happened. My mom always gave me a big hug and told me she loved me. The truth is that I love my mom too. No more "Little Boy Blue."