Abandoning a Baby Can Lead to a Needy Childhood

Written in response to the Daily word-prompt ‘Gray

As a baby, I was abandoned and forgotten about when my mother left me outside a shop!

It is, therefore, a sad fact that she only remembered that she had another child when one of my brothers asked her when they were going to go back to fetch the baby!

Realising I wasn’t wanted, (a joke) as soon as I was able I ran away from home, several times! Usually to the local infant school where apparently I wanted to join a class!  Move on a couple of years and I did the opposite and spent most of my time running away from school. I have no idea why I did this, perhaps I craved attention, who knows what was going on in my childish mind!

Mostly I went to the local park or wandered on the banking next to the canal. I spent many happy hours ‘talking to myself’ as my parents called it. I remember it as making up stories and re-telling them out-loud. Occasionally, if I was sure everyone was out I would go home and read a book. I didn’t need a door key because the doors were never locked.

One morning, I returned home after running away from school only to find my dad was unexpectedly at home. Instead of taking me back to school straight away as expected, he allowed me to spend the morning with him.

Dad decided I should learn to tell the time so he took it upon himself to teach me, and an entire morning was spent doing just that. I learned to tell the time perfectly that day and never needed another lesson. It’s amazing what can be achieved when you have someone all to yourself.


Some of my childhood memories have become grey and hazy, but the memory of that one morning spent with my dad has remained as one of the best.

16 thoughts on “Abandoning a Baby Can Lead to a Needy Childhood

  1. Relax...

    Wow. This post has me frown-smiling. Where would we be without those few-hour memories of the good kind of unexpected attention? I wanted to run away and join the circus, but I was allergic to hay..

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  2. gc

    So once again you and I share a common childhood experience Sue.

    My father used to leave me outside the local pub while he had a sip of his favorite brew. Many a time I was left during the summer months I was abandoned on the sidewalk with two tall ice cream cones in my hands while he took it upon himself to visit his drinking mates in the bar.

    They were his army buddies and were probably trying to come to grips with post combat struggle nowadays called PTSD.In those days it was never mentioned that the returning veterans might have a few psychological scars or three.

    Of course he was the same man who returned me to school the very next day after I ran away and got lost big time.He walked me to school and did not say a word. He sure looked tall and determined from my point of view.

    I tried to remember the exact route my mother had taken to deliver me to school (the very first day).I left a few minutes after classes began. I blew it. Got confused. Panicked.

    Unfortunately I took a wrong turn and got lost. So being a quick witted child I did what came naturally….stood there and starting crying aloud hoping that someone would save me from this indiscretion.

    My public antics got the immediate attention of a few women whose house I was bawling in front of. They got my name and phone number, I got a bowl of ice cream and then waited to be rescued.

    MY mother came and took me home. I thought I was a goner for sure.

    The next day my father , saying nothing to me, merely walked me to that asylum of learning and I never left school again.

    Eight years in a university setting bears this fact out.

    At that stage of my life I preferred the study table to direct sunlight.

    Besides the place had air conditioning and a food vending machine. Nirvanna. 🙂

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    1. You had the good sense to stay in school after the first eventful day Gerry. Running away from school for me began when we moved house when I was seven. I couldn’t settle at the new school, not sure why. In high school I found other like minded people and forged a career in truancy. Fortunately, as you already know, I finally managed an education and it all came right in the end.


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