When we were really young a neighbourhood friend wanted to run away from home because her family weren't going to give her a birthday party and she was heartbroken. So we made our plans and at the crack of dawn the next day (I believe it was a Sunday) my sister and I filled a garbage bag with clothes and books and food and sneaked out the back door. When we arrived at our friend's home she informed us she didn't have to run away after all because she did get her birthday party after all. Well, I suppose we could have returned home but since we were packed we decided to continue running away. We ran away to a nearby gully (ravine?) with a huge old tree that provided excellent cover. It was about 4 blocks from home, 1 block from our grandparents and right across the road from family friends. But we were quite sure we were well hidden and would never be found. I don't think we had given any thought to what we would do when the bread and jar of freezer jam ran out. Needless to say, the family friend spotted us and called our parents and we were discovered and returned home. I don't remember the consequences so it couldn't have been too bad.