I want to run away

Now don't freak out! I don't plan on running away from home or school or anything like that. That is not what I mean.
It would be more like a break, a holiday, after a stressful life.
A road trip with friends, just because we can.
I've done it before, last summer.
There were five of us: me, Ainsley, Jacob, Phil and Ashley.
No parents, no one over the age of 18.
Ainsley had called earlier that morning, asked if I wanted to go to the beach, of course I said yes.
We left for the beach 2 hours after that phone call.
We walked around in the dunes for a bit, talked about life.
I already knew Jacob and Phil, but this was my first time meeting Ashley.
I asked him a few things about himself; how he knew Jacob; what school he went to; his favourite colour... things of that nature.
He was shy, so I carried most of the conversation.
We wandered down to the shore line, taking of my jandles, I started to walk in the shallow water.
It was a sunny day. The boys sat down on some driftwood while me and Ainsley stayed by the water.
As we walked, we talked, then I decided I wanted to go for a swim.
Without saying a word, I took off running for the deeper water.
As a wave comes towards me, I dive hands first.
I stay submerged for a bit, then surface.
I hear Ainsley call out asking if I was alright.
I guess my dive looked more like I had tripped.
With a great big grin on my face I scream for her to come in.
She is hesitant, but finally come charging in after me.
We see the boys looking at us like we are mad, but they soon follow.
An hour goes by, so we decide to head back to the driftwood.
We talk some more, about deep, meaningful things.
I end up burying Ashley in sand, but he doesn't care.
We sit there in the sun for a few hours.
Ainsley makes a remark about how hot I look with my tan skin, knee length boardshorts, and tank top over my togs.
She then says she jealous of my skin 'cause she only burns in the sun.
I just smile, laugh, say thanks, and tell her she is beautiful, even if her skin turns pink during the summer.
At five we decide its time to go home.
But instead of going home, we head back into Palmy.
Still sandy and slightly wet from the sea.
We get fish 'n' chips and go back to Phil's house to watch a movie.
This wasn't the original plan, but I don't think there ever was a plan.
We talk some more before Ainsley's dad comes to pick us up.
As he takes us back to my place he asks if I want to go to Wellington tomorrow.
Again I say yes. I get home and pack in 6 minutes.
I tell my parents goodbye, that I'll see them when I get back, and that I love them.
I stayed the night at Ainsley's. We were on the road by half past five in the morning.
We walked along the waterfront, walked into the city center.
Finally we settled on a beach down the far end of the waterfront.
We didn't have money, but we had a camera.
All throughout the day we took photos of ourselves.
We didn't do much, but we had fun.

The two most spontaneous days of my life.
I felt young.
I felt free.
I felt the pleasure of leaving.
I had run away.
And returned with great memories.

I want to run away.