Give me your hand. Trust me. I am well-versed in grand escapes. I started at an early age. I was 5 when I embarked on The Grand Escape, running away with a boy named Dan. We wanted to discover the world, but our parents found us after a few hours of our “exploration,” on the opposite side of our district. Surprisingly they also found my coat and kindergarten bag, which I had left on a stone in a park. The final memory I have of that escapade was sitting in front of a bowl of soup, with my parents watching me as I struggled to eat the soup mixed with tears. I suspect they were angry…Infinite Smile, Infinite Love.
The Grand Escape
