I remember moving out when I was a wee one...I made it to the side of the house before realizing that I hadn’t thought it out real well. The suitcase was heavy, too.
LOL! I was WAY ahead of you on the preps - had my red wagon full of stuff, was going to go live in the woods a couple blocks away on the other side of the pond.
Realized I had forgotten a jar of peanut butter half-way around the pond. By the time I got home, mom was making waffles - my FAVORITE! (I suppose I was 6 or 7 at the time!)