I ran away from home when I was a teenager. I didn’t do a particularly good job of it. After a few hours I phoned home from a call box (remember them?) and asked for someone to come and pick me up from a nearby village.
My running away was the result of a petty teenage dispute. I can’t recall exactly what the problem was, but I felt my mother and stepfather were oppressing me. In a grand gesture, the note I left behind quoted lyrics from dreadful eighties rock band Twisted Sister. From one of the band’s most famous songs I quoted the chorus “I am, I’m me”.