I was a strong minded fifteen-year-old boy. This was in a time before cell phones or fancy internet could provide outlet or rescue for me. I was fed up with my Mother’s ridicule about catching me crossdressing again. I had enough, I picked some clothes in a duffel bag and simply walked out the house. I remember her nagging and threating me. She was daring me to leave. Leave just like my Father did when I was younger, she said. That’s what I did, I walked right out and down the street while she kept yelling from the porch.
I started walking, I didn’t have a plan or a real direction to head in. I lived in a small town in a very rural area of the south. It’s the sort of town that doesn’t even lock the doors to the house at night. It was a 10 to 15-minute drive to the next town and I had no idea how long it would take me to walk. I didn’t care, I needed to get out of that house with that woman. There were only 4 roads that led out-of-town. I knew I needed to pick the least likely she should look for me on. I feared she would call any friends and family in the area to try to find me and possibly have them look for me.