THE TUNNBRÖDRULLE ADVENTURE

Once I ran away from home. I was almost 5 years old, and seriously, it was all a mistake. Mats and I were out picking flowers and he said mommy deserved the best flowers ever.

"Like the ones growing over there", he pointed further down the train track.

"We're not allowed to..."

"We'll hear if a train is coming."

"Okay."

We were completely lost in our search for the most beautiful flowers and soon enough we discovered the horrible truth.

"Do you know the way home?"

"No. Do you?"

"No."

For hours we walked all over the suburb into the sunset. At dusk the construction site looked like a place where dinosaurs would live. The trees had arms that reached out after us. The deserted schoolyard hid future events. Busy grown-ups on their way home from work stared at us.

"A helicopter, cool!" Mats said and looked up in the dark sky.

"Do you think they are out looking for us?" I asked.

"You think?"

"I think they are angry with us."

They were. They found us by the video store and Mats' parents yelled at him and I didn't see him for days. Me, on the other hand, got to choose whatever I wanted from the grill and stay up late and watch TV.

I had a tunnbrödrulle.