It's fun bringing up some of those old memories. One of my favorites (age unknown, but at least a year before kindergarten) when I ran away from home (no particular reason, just for the adventure of it).
I remember deliberately sliding down the ice of a frozen brook to make sure I left no tracks in the snow that could be followed. Someone found me wating patiently at a bus stop on a local highway, captured me, and took me home.
Damn buses - always late!