One day I decided to Run Away From Home. My mother had done something terrible (I think she might have suggested I eat fewer sweets) so I decided enough was enough. I wrote a note, packed a bag, and headed for the door. I was halfway out of the door when I heard howls of laughter. They had found my note. This wasn’t the reaction I had been expecting. Regret, remorse, self-recrimination, yes. Laughter, no. I tiptoed back to the living room. Apparently I had written: I hat you al—you hut my flings—I’m runin awa This taught me that you must never attempt to do something you can’t spell.
