When I was in Kindergarten, we had an album in our classroom that our teacher Ms. Blank would play. As a kid, I loved that album so much. It was a rough time for me and the lyrics on this album felt as if they were speaking to me directly.

“There’s a land that I see where the children are free
And I say it ain’t far to this land from where we are
Take my hand, come with me, where the children are free
Come with me, take my hand, and we’ll live” — Marlo Thomas
I felt compelled to run away. I wrote a note. I packed a small bag. I made a plan.
I was going to go to school that day, then I’d come home, eat a snack (of course) and get out. I was a latchkey kid so I would have time to finalize preparations and leave my note.
When I got home, though, my mom was there. I came in confused which quickly turned to panic when I realized she was holding my note. My aunt had come over during the day and I had left my note on the counter.
My mom was angry. Really angry. She yelled, “You are not going anywhere, you are staying right here!”
When you find out your kid wants to run away from you, your reaction shouldn’t be anger.
I was grounded for my thoughts. I was grounded for writing.
I’m not comfortable talking about how I am brave.
I’m comfortable staying right here.
Thank you for reading.
