I was born with a full head of hair. Suddenly I realised where I was and it all fell out!
I vividly remember leaving home for the first time. I had packed all I needed, a copy of 'Shadow The Sheep Dog' into a large packing case and then proceeded to trundle down the road to the bus station in order to go where ever Shadow and Johnny were from. They brought me back.
The next time I found my self at the bus station was a year or so later when I was seven, I was looking for destination 'Narnia' I couldn't find it. They brought me back.
The following year I couldn't find the bus that would take me to middle Earth either, so I let them take me back.
Amidst the warm summer of excitement the circus came to town, I was now much more mature so I left with them, but they still brought me back.
The following year the circus visited again. This time I managed to secure employment as a Trapeze Artist, unfortunately during my first show I descended from the wire like a brick and broke my collar bone. With reluctance they brought me back.
It was only when I left town with a band of gypsies that I truly escaped, indeed when I looked for them to take me back I found that they had all runaway with the very same circus! So that was that.
South Africa has always managed to bring me back though, however I will escape for I have recently found a sanctuary by the sea, and beside me here on my writing desk is a beautiful little egg timer.