The Day I Run Away Essay

This moment of silence allowed me to really think about the day I ran away and how this pivotal period time affected my entire life. Carole and I were peeling our usual large amounts of potatoes for dinner time. There are eight people in our family and that means we are peeling a lot of potatoes; and if by chance we had potatoes for more than dinner, soon one might get a little tired of shedding skins from said potato. This particular fine day I had had enough of this charade and said, “I’ve had enough of this!” Then, I slammed it hard towards a cabinet, causing it to smash with a loud thud and smear and slide down the face of the door and pound on the floor. Because it was so loud, it surprised me and caused me to gasp and then squeal …show more content…
Carole followed it with, “There’s no turning back now just hide what you can.” It was too late. Dad rushed in and barked, “What the hell is going on in here?” Carole and I stammered, but the words didn’t come. Soon, large hands grabbed us both by the hair, grabbed our heads and smashed them together, forehead to forehead. The pain seared my brain, and for a long moment, I couldn’t get my bearings or stabilize my balance. “You idiots woke me up! Can’t you tell I was sleeping? How inconsiderate. For once, I wish you would just think! Now get this Goddamn mess cleaned up and get it cleaned up now!”
I knew better and should have bitten my tongue; but I was 16, and sixteen year olds push, past barriers, past expectations and certainly past injustices. Fun wasn’t allowed in this house in this place. This place was not home; itwas hell, and the horrors endured here were unbearable. The people who inhabited the space here were not family members, but cellmates. Real families don’t treat each other this way. I know, because I had heard how they play games and go to lunch and hang out together. Sometimes they bowl or go to the movies. No, this definitely was not