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3 days on the run- adventure and freedom. A true story by T.F. Burke

When I was 14, I ran away from my foster home. I wasn't an orphan. In those days in Michigan, it was punitive, an option other than juvenile detention.

I felt so grown up and free when I left. Like I was living Tom Sawyer's life.

I started hitchhiking to Indiana and as I was walking, I found a 14k gold bracelet that had been run over. So, when I finally got to LaGrange IN, it was night time and I was walking around trying to find a place to sleep for the night and I found a place in the darkness across the street from this Mexican night club. That night I heard some of the most beautiful music I've ever heard and I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I went to the jewelry store and sold the bracelet for like 18 bucks. It wasn't hard to get a store to sell cigarettes to a 14 year old and i bought some candy and soda and started back on my journey.

That night, I made it to Kendallville IN, where I decided to sleep in the woods on the side of State road 9 with my head propped up against a tree and the sound of the highway and I had one of the best sleeps I can remember. The next day, I got caught and had to go back home, but it still feels like a magical few days.
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