Running away

One of my younger brothers was notorious for wandering off, back then we had a lot more freedom but he took that to a whole new level. I am surprised my Mom didn't hide his tricycle. That little red tricycle seemed to be featured in the majority of his disappearances. The first time (that I remember) he would have been four and he kept asking me to take him to the local ice cream parlor, Fletchers. Ice Cream had just gone up to a whopping ten cents a cone so we didn't have it as often as we used to. I had to wait to ask permission and Mom was busy getting the current baby to nap. About an hour later I realized I hadn't seen him around and the tricycle was no where to be seen either. I looked all over but no brother in sight. I should have put two and two together and known where he went but I was only around 8 myself so logic was still developing. I was explaining to my Mom that he had been begging for ice cream and she knew exactly  where he was headed. I grabbed my sister and we went to find him, sure enough we walked the mile to Fletchers and there he sat with chocolate ice cream all over his adorable but bratty face. I scolded him as I knew I was supposed to but my heart just  wasn't in it.