the runaways

when i was seven i was going to run away.

i packed a hobo bag (you know...

a hanky filled up with the

stuff i thought i needed, tied onto a stick).

i put my bonnet on (yes my bonnet),

threw that hobo stick over my shoulder

and was heading out the door when my

mom asked, "where are you going?"

"i am running away from home" i said

i was so certain this was a good idea...

then my mom said, "oh, please don't go.  i will miss you."

so i stayed.

*this is what i was thinking of when i made this little painting.

that bag filled with hope.  that bunny with all kinds

of ideas in his head.  such a big world!

(sometimes i still want to run away and go and see it)

OOx,

cori