When i was around 8 or 9 years old, i came back home after a soccer game in the evening with a good mood. But that good mood drastically disappeared after i saw my parents because they found two really bad grades and they scolded me pretty much because of that. I starded crying and got pissed off pretty quickly. After about 15mins sitting pissed off in my locked up room i was like : ok thats it, im going out of this fucking house. It was winter so i starded dressing me up and i did that pretty loud because i wanted that my parents notice me going outside. I even mashed pretty loud out of the house so my parents could hear me because i wanted that they see me going so they feel sorry for me or something lile that. But nothing happened, they didnt noticed. So i was at the door and they didnt hear me and i didn't know what to do but i did not wanted to go back so i just went outside and starded to walk in the neighborhood. I was away for like 30mins and then i noticed that this was a dumb idea so i came back home again. When i arrived to my house, i saw my mom crying and my dad beside her and then he looked me in the eyes and told me: we called the police to find you and look what you did to youre mom. After that i just can barley remember that my parents didn't talked to me for the rest of the day and i felt really stupid because originally my parents should feel sorry for me but then just the opposite occurred and then i felt bad for my parents and again i was pissed because of that. Yep, didnt know what i was thinking why this will be a good idea.