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April 17, 2009
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(from my blog at whatgives.gainesville.com)

I never considered running away as a child.

(I think the word “running” scared me off. I don't run. Sputter like an old car while barely moving? Yes. Run? No.)

But if I had decided to vamoose, I KNOW I would not have been as prepared as a 13-year-old Virginia boy named Wyatt.

The Associated Press reported that the boy took his family's pickup truck, packed with food and clothes mind you, and his pooch and just drove off. Like way off. He made it 1,300 miles to Texas.

A trailer with two horses were also part of the bargain. He hitched them up for the journey, too, according to The Associated Press.

You'll be relieved to know that he was found safe and sound ... on rodeo grounds. Hence the horses I suppose.

Turns out the boy had been to those same grounds several times to perform.

How he was able to find his way back there boggles the mind. When I was 13, I could barely locate my own feet.

I wonder if young Wyatt was thinking that he wanted to be a cowboy ASAP.

Is that a consequence of being given an Old West kind of a name like Wyatt? If so, maybe that name should come with a disclaimer: "Warning! Naming your child Wyatt has been known to produce a sudden desire to flee to a rodeo. Proceed at your own risk."

What Wyatt did was extremely dangerous and could have ended in tragedy about a hundred different ways.

It's amazing no one spotted the 13-year-old on the road. Does nothing faze us anymore?

"Honey, does that look like a kid hauling that horse trailer?"

"It must be. See how he's signaling when he changes lanes? Adults don’t do that."

Wyatt's parents must be relieved their son is safe, but I wonder how this incident will impact the family dynamic.

Can they really sit around and debate little things like if he's ready for the responsibility of a dog? He drove 1,300 miles alone!

Can you imagine what vacations will be like with this kid from now on?

I can just picture him sitting in the back seat sighing loudly and muttering, "I don’t know why you’re taking this route. I’ve got a quicker way. Amateurs!"
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