When I was five or six, I had watched a cartoon on TV in which the main character ran away from home.
I decided to try this out myself. I packed my bag (spread a blanket out on the floor, and put my teddy bear and my favorite book and probably "my guys" - plastic Disney figurines, on the blanket and then tied it up into a pouch on my blue and pink baton) and then said to mom, "Mom. I'm running away from home." I think she was taken aback for a second, but...I spent the entire time under our dining room table. Mom brought me crackers and I read my book with a flashlight.
Under our dining room table.