As a child where you live are there area's your parents told you not to visit because they were notoriously unsafe?
Crime ridden, rough, dangerous after a certain time??
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I lived in San Andreas and Yuba City as a child, and as soon as I could walk I started running away. I remember my mother walking up the steps, and I watched her, and as soon as she was out of site, I ran to the screen door, and then around back the apartment we stayed in, and pulled my diaper all the way up, and took off across the rear alley to a chain link fence that seperated the alley from a road, and climbed over it.
Then next thing I remember I was walking near a big church and a university several miles away, and a bridge seperated me from it. But to the left was a gigantic pipe and it went across the drued up river bed a few stories below. I went across the pipe, got to the other side, and the cops found me as the little legs in the crowd of big legs in the university.
I also remember finding a industrial yard with a 10 foot fence, and it had circular barb wire over the top. I had to figure out a way to get over it to get to the railroad tracks.
Then once we moved to San Bernadino, I recall the temperatures kept getting over 110F (might of been the heat index witu humidity, I was too young to understand), and I would play cowboys and indians with kids. We had a underpass, and it had a wired fence. I got over it, and hear a dragon roar. It scared me, but I came back to face the dragon and it kept roaring. I eventually realized it was cars above. I walked inside the shaded area, and it had a tripod with a pot in it over a fire circle (no active fire) and a few rugs. I walked farther and found another underpass, and a grassy knoll up between them. I got onto the highway and walked three miles down it, looking at the torn up tires from 18 wheelers, and then found a gated community and entered it on the other side of the highway.
I went around opening the mail slots on doors looking in, talking to dogs, and asked a guy for food. He asked me who I was and said I just was hungry and wanted food, couldn't talk to strangers.
He went to call the cops and I left. I ran back down the highway and saw the bridge, and leaped over the edge to land on the grassy knoll a couple feet below as a stream of angry cop cars came down the highway. I looked up laying down, I fell the whole way down, about two stories, looking up. I completely misjudged where the grass slope would be.
I got back and saw rows of cops looking around for me again. I crawled through bushes along the apartments and got real close to the door, but couldn't get close enough to get inside without being seen. Everyone was hot and sweaty, and the fire department opened a hydrant for everyone as they looked for me. I said I never left and was just in a bush, but the guy I asked for food showed up and identified me. Cops were angey as it wasn't my first time vanishing on them.
Later on when I grew up and went to Kindergarten it wasn't a issue anymore.
Then next thing I remember I was walking near a big church and a university several miles away, and a bridge seperated me from it. But to the left was a gigantic pipe and it went across the drued up river bed a few stories below. I went across the pipe, got to the other side, and the cops found me as the little legs in the crowd of big legs in the university.
I also remember finding a industrial yard with a 10 foot fence, and it had circular barb wire over the top. I had to figure out a way to get over it to get to the railroad tracks.
Then once we moved to San Bernadino, I recall the temperatures kept getting over 110F (might of been the heat index witu humidity, I was too young to understand), and I would play cowboys and indians with kids. We had a underpass, and it had a wired fence. I got over it, and hear a dragon roar. It scared me, but I came back to face the dragon and it kept roaring. I eventually realized it was cars above. I walked inside the shaded area, and it had a tripod with a pot in it over a fire circle (no active fire) and a few rugs. I walked farther and found another underpass, and a grassy knoll up between them. I got onto the highway and walked three miles down it, looking at the torn up tires from 18 wheelers, and then found a gated community and entered it on the other side of the highway.
I went around opening the mail slots on doors looking in, talking to dogs, and asked a guy for food. He asked me who I was and said I just was hungry and wanted food, couldn't talk to strangers.
He went to call the cops and I left. I ran back down the highway and saw the bridge, and leaped over the edge to land on the grassy knoll a couple feet below as a stream of angry cop cars came down the highway. I looked up laying down, I fell the whole way down, about two stories, looking up. I completely misjudged where the grass slope would be.
I got back and saw rows of cops looking around for me again. I crawled through bushes along the apartments and got real close to the door, but couldn't get close enough to get inside without being seen. Everyone was hot and sweaty, and the fire department opened a hydrant for everyone as they looked for me. I said I never left and was just in a bush, but the guy I asked for food showed up and identified me. Cops were angey as it wasn't my first time vanishing on them.
Later on when I grew up and went to Kindergarten it wasn't a issue anymore.