Adventure must start running away from home. I tried to disappear from my parents when I was about 5, because they didn’t take me to Wendy’s as they promised.(It was considered really cool to eat hamburgers in Taiwan back then) I left home all determinantly and tried not to look at the food vendors near my house fearing that they might go tell my parents. I walked away from home for about 10 minutes and came to the entrance of a main street. I stood there, looking at big cars and scooters dashing by, and thought, maybe that’s enoug for the day. Then I journeyed back home, thinking about how to explain for disappearing for such a long time. Of course, none of my parents noticed that I was gone. I felt like I was invisible. The next day, out of my expectation, my mom asked me if I wanted to go to Wendy’s. Did they notice that I was gone and figured out what I was mad about? Or they really remembered what they promised? I don’t know, and I never will. And I’m glad what remained unknown is not the most important stuff. What matters is that they do love me.
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