Ride Home On The Milk Truck

I was staying at Mommy and Grandaddy's (Hershel and Erma Leta) in Lums Chapel for a week during summer when I was about eight years old, between second and third grades anyway. About the middle of the week I wanted to go home and was told that no one could take me home until the end of the week. Early the next morning I decided to go home so I started walking on Hwy 385 towards home. I really hadn't gotten too far and was in front of a house when a lady came out to get her mail as I walked past. She asked me where I was going and I told her Sundown. She convinced me to come into her house for some cookies, never turn down cookies, anyway about an hour or so later I confessed that I had come from the store. She loaded me up and took me back to Lums Chapel. Mommy met me there and was mad! She said that Boots was driving up and down HWY 385 looking for me. Anyway that evening after getting the cold shoulder from everyone but Janice who thought it was cool that I almost excaped. She was mad that I hadn't taken her with me. The next morning they woke me up early and when the Foremost milk truck stopped to deliver milk they asked him to take me to Sundown. It was great, we made many stops and I helped him load milk into crates. When we finally got to Sundown, Mr. Ross the store owner, called mom to come get me. She was madder than mommy had been. She kept telling me how bad I was for embarrassing her. But nothing could take away the great memory of helping the milk man.