I was known for going missing when I was a kid. Up until my dad died I led a very busy life. We were always doing something, my dad was incredible for that. However, at the end of the day I was autistic and thus even though a very busy social life was kinda forced on me I did need time to myself. TBH? even thinking about it scares me, but I just had no fear. One day my mother and I (this was when I was about 6) were walking to my aunt's house in Streatham Vale. It was about a 2 mile walk to her house. Any way, my mother used to stop at this woman's house called Brenda and then stand there and waffle for about an hour. I hated it... Any way, one day I decide bugger this, I am walking there on my own. So I just left. How I got there without being ran over or what not is a mystery. I just remember my poor mother arriving and looking like she was about to keel over and die. I never did that again after that. If I needed time to myself I would just go down the end of the garden and play by the shed (our garden was 95ft long) so that was how I got my time to myself. But yeah, I was bad for it. We would go to running meetings and I would just bugger off and play in the woods. I guess I am lucky really that I never ran into some old pervert I'd have been screwed. Things have not gotten any better since then. Our area was safe during the 70s. After that it got very busy very quickly and there were plenty of bad people around. If I had kids I would want tracking devices on them. Simply out of my mistrust for humanity as an adult. There are a lot more people around these days and thus a lot more perves and nutters. In a way I am kinda glad I didn't have kids, as I would have been a right old worry wort and made their lives miserable by smothering them.