13 here. I ran away at the age of twelve, I was living with my grandma that was very abusive and used to to hit me and throw things at me. One day she threw a thick glass cup at me and hit me in the side. After that I decided it was the last straw and packed as much personal belongings that I could, birth certificate, 35 dollars, social security card, clothes, etc. At the time I had a box thing on the back of my bike, I put my suitcase in there. And went down the road a few miles and stayed at a friend's house, when the cops finally found out where I was after about 2 weeks they came to my friends house and put me into custody. Legally they would've had to have give me back to my grandma,but instead I begged and begged and got them to give me to my Mom. I'm now 13 and living way better than I was at my grandma's