The Runaway Chocolate Chip Cookie

A Childhood Memory:

I was seven years old the first and last time I ran away from home. I remember I was mad at my mother– but why I do not know.

Putting a few things in a brown paper bag, I announced that I was leaving and walked towards the kitchen door. My mother whipped her hands on her apron, then said, "Goodbye, and have fun," as she put the dried dishes awat in the cupboard. I was surprised by her flippant reaction… didn't she realize that I was seriously running away?

I walked to the end of our graveled lane and since I didn't know which way to go. I sat down by the mailbox.

Soon there after my brother Marty (who was five) came walking down the lane. He too had a brown paper bag. He sat down beside me. I assumed he didn't know which way to go either.

He opened his brown paper bag, pulled out a chocolate chip cookie and ate it. I asked him if he had one for me. He said, "Mommy told me not to share them with you unless you decided to come home."

I recall the sound of my brother opening that paper bag, and the taste of love in those cookies.

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Did you ever runaway from home?



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14 responses to “The Runaway Chocolate Chip Cookie”

  1. simply hilarious and adoring ~ wonderful sweet memories within our souls ~
    love it ~ Happy New Year ! xo

  2. Janet with Eiffel

    I never ran away.
    My son did, when he was 5 years old.
    He was mad at me because I told him “no”
    about something one too many times, so……..
    He packed his match box cars and one pair
    of clean under ware into his lunch box.
    He announced his plans and I told him
    I would miss him very much.
    He crossed the street, went down the block
    to the third house where my friend Ann lived.
    She welcomed him in and called to tell me
    not to worry, he was safe.
    About 3 hours later run away son came home and
    informed me that he no longer liked Ann
    because she told him he was welcome to stay
    but he would need to do his share of chores.
    I guess he felt he could do that at home…
    so home he came, very disappointed in his adventure.

  3. What a loving story. Yes, I ran away when I was 5. I went in and packed my little suitcase that was used for weekends with Gram. Mom asked where I was going. I was moving in with Bev (3 houses up the block). She had 4 girls and they always had fun and didn’t have to do chores. Mom said to have fun. Up the street I went. Bev said I could stay, but I would have to sleep in the basement. What? It was dark, cold, and scary in the basement, so I decided to move back home. 🙂

  4. What a smart mama.
    Yes, I did run away once
    and threatened other times.
    I spent the night at my girl-
    friends before I went home,
    but did let my mother know
    where I was.

  5. I ran away when I was six and took up residence at the city park. My friend brought me sandwiches for three days until his mother become suspicious, followed him to see where the food was going to and then called the police. I then found myself in foster care and I ran away a second time but eventually ended up living with my grandmother and I never ran away again.
    I think if my mother could have baked chocolate chip cookies, my story may have turned out more like yours.
    No, probably not.

  6. My mother was using the sewing machine and my older sister informed our mom that we were going to live on our own from then on because our mother didn’t love our daddy any more. We packed a grapefruit and some Fig Newtons and made our way into a dreary, drizzly, cold winter afternoon. We waited for a train on a loading dock of an abandoned train station and slowly ate our “picnic” while my sister tried to understand and explain what a divorce was. Finally, chilled to the bone, we returned home where we found our mother still sewing on the machine. I was four years old, my sister was eight. That was 68 years ago.

  7. Shelley Noble

    Such a great story, Corey.

  8. jeanne stone

    What fun memories you are reliving while visiting your family. I can see your pleasure in each post. Enjoy !

  9. I love all you share. No I never ran away from home………..giggles
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  10. Karen Carson

    No, I never ran away from home as a child…but it crossed my mind this past weekend…

  11. What a sweet story. I ran away (to the end of the driveway) when I was 7 years old. I remember I took 2 comic books, and a roll of toilet paper. Really thinking ahead, hun? Nothing to eat, so maybe I was gone for 10 minutes. That was in 1946, and the only time I “ran” away, But I don’t remember why I did..Funny how memories come back to a person..

  12. That sounds so familiar. My sister and I ran away when we were around five and six, she was older. We took some fresh clothes that my mom had just washed, put them in a bag, and ran away to the sand box at the very far end of the yard. When it started to rain we decided camping on the covered front porch would be better. When the wind turned from the north and the temperature started dropping we returned ‘home’. When we announced we had returned from our travels my mom said, “Oh, were you gone?”

  13. Richbuck66

    I was going to go up to Canada when I was in the 5th grade with my 4th grade pal Jimmy but it just didn’t pan out.

  14. i keep missing thigs here, I want to make that yogurt cake, yet I have no idea what a yogurt pot is, or size of it, so making this yogurt cake shot me down, it looks so good, other than I don’t know how the measurements work or the pot part, LOL….and the vegetarian recipe book you shared, thank you….looks devine and I can’t wait to see more of it, Xo…..you live my dream living in Provence…one day Corey, my sights are set on this deep in my heart….XO

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