Once, when I was in forth or fifth grade, I ran away. I packed a bag, wrote a note and left. I found a house for sell and stashed my stuff there. Then I went and played with my friends. When dark came, I crawled into the garage of the empty house and attempted to...
Thank you so much for posting this. :o) Your mother’s delayed reaction sounds similar to the way my mother would have reacted, by the way.