I thought it was hilarious. When I was eight my older brother and I got in some trouble and grandma said when Grandpa got home we would get the belt treatment. (raised by grandparents). So I took my older brother aside and told him we could run sway to Nearby Platte River, build a raft, float down to Mississippi River and go to New Orleans and then put up a sail to get to Mexico. Time was short so we had to skedaddle right now. So we took off running and collected a bag of crab apples from a nearby farm. We got to the river to find building supplies were scanty but managed to find a rusty car half hurried in the sand. Water was a problem as I refused to drink muddy river water. My brother found an old soda bottle he used to settle the muddy River water and we spent the night laying on sand inside the half hurried car. In the morning we pondered our option, lack of tools and logs to make my Tom Sawyer style raft, crab apples eaten during the night and I still refused the river water as something to drink knowing full well that many farms dumped sewage in the river. Maybe we could accept a belting in exchange for food and shelter. We walked dejectedly back home where an amused grandpa questioned us about our aborted plans. No beating was done and Grandpa did troll me a couple times the next week about my great escape plans. He knew I was terribly ashamed about my lack of planning so he eventually let it go with no more teasing.