My name is Victoria, all my friends call me Vicky. I live in a group home. I run away a lot. You might wonder how I ended up in a group home. So I will tell you a little about myself before I got put in the current group home. When I lived at my old group home, I felt very sheltered because I never liked being independent. I don’t know why I didn't like to be alone, I just always have trouble being responsible. So that’s why I run away, because the world is so distracting & I don’t have to think about anything. The only things I think about are the places I have been & people I have met. The day I was moved from that house, I was on what rob (my therapist) calls “a wondrous walk of worry.” I sat down in front of a store until I could catch my breath. While I was sitting there, some in a sports car drives up & asks me if I need a “ride home or something.” I said yes.  He hands me a ten dollar bill & asks me where I would like to go. I tell him to just take me to the fair. I see his car turn the corner & then I run as fast as I can. I run until I see a bike sitting in a bike rack in front of a store, the bike has no brakes & is pretty banged up. But it still works,so I take the bike & ride away. I ride until I see a Wal-Mart. I go in & buy a container of gummy bears & a barbecue lighter & a bottle of pop. I don’t know what I was thinking, I’m pretty sure it was something extremely stupid/dangerous. After I walked to a park with swings & walk back to Wal-Mart, call my house & tell them to pick me up. They come to pick me up & they ask me if I have anything dangerous & I say no. when i get home staff tells me to go take a shower. I go into the bathroom, & take the lighter out & play with it until I’m bored. Then I light the toilet paper roll on fire, & I get distracted burns. I put the fire out by rubbing the toilet paper roll on the curtains, then I decide I want to see what will happen if I light the curtains on fire. Let’s just say I ended up in a cell for the week.