For those that don't already know much about me, from the age of ten up until I was sixteen I'd ran away from wherever I was then living around forty times. Sure I had a load of tricks under my sleeve to help me stay undetected such as fake names and accents and taking different routes into London - but for some of those times I ran away I would be 'missing' sometimes for over six months without any communication with social workers. I put the word 'Missing' in commas there b
(Part two of this will be written soon. I've found the family! Thanks everyone for sharing this. I can't wait to explain.) Before I self published Poems From a Runaway at the latter end of 2017, I emailed various news and radio stations to find a family that I wrote about in my book.
I'll post the poem below this article, but in a nutshell I met a really kind-hearted family one day whilst I was living rough on Piccadilly at around fourteen years old.
For the many that don't
Back in 2016 I one day sat down in my room and wrote a poem based on a memory from my childhood. It was a memory of being thirteen years old, and whilst living rough in London as a runaway teenager - I one day walked into the Sports Cafe on Haymarket pretending to be a Walsall FC footballer.
Either the barman actually believed me or he could spot the blag and simply kept me around in the quiet bar for his own entertainment purposes. Who knows?
Once I wrote the poem (which