As every other teenager, for many years I planned and planned my escape. Leaving home and running away to start anew was all I could think about. Not many do act according to planning, and I was just like any other ordinary teen out there, dreaming of the grand escape but never touching the dream. Of course, I was afraid, I was comfortable living with my mother and I was just as any other coward, just a barking dog that never bit anyone. Even though deep down I knew that I would never be brave enough to take that step, I always had a backpack ready to go with a few things that I would need on the way and for a few days. I also had a written plan that I would carry with me at all times. I did not want my mother to know about it and if she would get a hold of it, she would never let me leave
