Old man--- You alright there son
(boy looks back, fed up expression)
Old man--- Well why don't you come sit down and tell me all about it?
Boy--- I ran away, they weren't listening to me
Old man--- What happened?
Boy--- They wouldn't let me out, all the family were coming round, I hate it, they always pinch your cheeks and and sort out your hair, and all i wanted to do was go to the beach
Old man--- So you left
Boy--- Yup
Old man--- Don't you think they would be worried about you?
Boy--- No, they don't care about me
Old man--- You know I ran away once, I was about your age, ran all the way to London, back then London was quite far away. Didn't know where I was gonna go from there, Just knew I wanted to go to London. But you know what I realised when I got there
Boy--- What?
Old Man--- There was no beach, you can't have a good fish and chips without a beach, so I went back
Boy--- You went back?
Old man--- Yeah and you know, my mum got so worried about me, she called the police, and the whole street was full of them. When she saw me she ran, picked me up, squeezed me as tight as she possibly could, said she loved me, and that i should never do that again because i nearly gave her a heart attack
Boy--- Why did you run away
Old man--- Same reason as you, I just wanted to go to London
Boy--- Oh I think i'll go home now then, thank-you old man
Charlea
Goodbye to the Normals
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
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