I am terrified of public transportation because when I was 8 I told my mother I was gonna run away and never come back and my mother said ok and actually packed my scooby doo suitcase and took me to the bus stop, gave me 5 dollars and left when the bus came. At this point I figured I was pretty much committed to this whole running away thing and started contemplating how I would make it in the big world on my own. I started crying because I realized that I was going to miss my favorite power puff girls episode. When the bus reached its next stop, my father got on and was very confused to see 8 year old me crying alone on an empty bus. Later that day my parents had a discussion about why it was not ok to allow your child to run way when they’re upset because they cant have a whole box of ice cream for dinner.