tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499380851432081366.post1007147013863353991..comments2023-08-14T04:21:28.224-07:00Comments on Blackland : The Runaway Game:angela simionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05657554247759367168noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499380851432081366.post-89669178778047595202011-08-11T13:01:43.428-07:002011-08-11T13:01:43.428-07:00jane, thank you! i'm so glad you like the wor...jane, thank you! i'm so glad you like the work! rebecca's blog is such a treasure. i'm honored to be on her blogroll. thanks for visiting me here.<br /><br />i too am sorry you "played" this game. we learn too early what loniless and desperation are. desperate for safety, some type of security and sense of belonging. and to this day i have to fight the overwhelming urge to run when things get rough.angela simionehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05657554247759367168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499380851432081366.post-71763161648695304912011-08-10T22:29:18.571-07:002011-08-10T22:29:18.571-07:00I "played" it but I wasn't playing. ...I "played" it but I wasn't playing. I did it when I was four. I packed and went door to door in the apartment complex asking each neighbor if they wanted a little girl. None of them did. To this day when I get the mean reds as Capote called them, I run. Or drive away.<br /><br />I am sorry you had this experience. Hours of it? How very very sad.<br /><br />I found you via Radish King. Love your work.Jaye Ramsey Sutterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05866341038412407027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499380851432081366.post-40604820749297339642011-07-10T14:51:23.618-07:002011-07-10T14:51:23.618-07:00ps: untrap. that is absolutely perfect. :)ps: untrap. that is absolutely perfect. :)angela simionehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05657554247759367168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499380851432081366.post-86312927557388333642011-07-10T14:50:36.931-07:002011-07-10T14:50:36.931-07:00rebecca, yes... that makes my heart hurt. by the...rebecca, yes... that makes my heart hurt. by the time i actually ran away from home i was much older. it was no longer a cardboard suitcase i kept ready but my ratty school backpack. a few tapes of favorite bands, my diary, torn jeans, and a few pairs of socks. <br /><br />i have a one-armed raggedy andy.angela simionehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05657554247759367168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499380851432081366.post-69652288731620400572011-07-10T14:48:17.512-07:002011-07-10T14:48:17.512-07:00hannah, so strange isn't it to think of it now...hannah, so strange isn't it to think of it now... the game children play. and sisters can come up with some very weird games, indeed. my sister and i used to have long conversations about what type of (and to what extent) of deformity we could tolerate from a man. ex: he could be missing an ear but not any fingers. ha! the runaway game was one i'd play alone though. no one even knew of the game. until now, i suppose.angela simionehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05657554247759367168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499380851432081366.post-59016359564496847852011-07-10T09:47:15.143-07:002011-07-10T09:47:15.143-07:00Yes. I had my little cardboard suitcase packed und...Yes. I had my little cardboard suitcase packed under my bed. When my mother threw me out I was not allowed back in the house to get it. Some clothes and my violin some sheet music a few books and my Raggedy Anne doll were all on the front lawn. Goodbye forever.<br />xo<br /><br /><br />ps. Word verification goosebump edition: UNTRAPRadish Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06534752971317927559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499380851432081366.post-51774808059654293902011-07-10T09:12:55.121-07:002011-07-10T09:12:55.121-07:00My sister and I used to plan what we would do if a...My sister and I used to plan what we would do if a burglar came into our house, or if it caught on fire. Our biggest preoccupation was how we would get each of our pets out safely (we had lots of them). We'd have long, hypothetical discussions about this. We usually settled on loading our cats up in a comforter, and lowering it out the window, slowly (in case of fire). Our plan for the robber was really weird--we would put all our toys into the bathtub, and launch a plastic attack from the bathroom....<br /><br />So strange. I haven't thought of this in years.Hannah Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15792203070774504501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499380851432081366.post-83417798628760936512011-07-09T21:56:27.592-07:002011-07-09T21:56:27.592-07:00it never occured to me that another child would...it never occured to me that another child would've come up with this game too. <br /><br />that makes me sad.<br /><br /><3angela simionehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05657554247759367168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499380851432081366.post-78859119629942301442011-07-09T20:54:13.750-07:002011-07-09T20:54:13.750-07:00This is sad, but I know this game very well.
Jenny...This is sad, but I know this game very well.<br />JennyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com