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62 and still a run away
The year was 1976. I lived with my parents in a fishing village. One day a man came by, he was traveling and he asked me to go with him and keep him warm. I ran away with him and became pregnant the first night with him. He was angry and told me to get rid of it, but I couldn't and I wouldn't leave and he had to let me stay. When the baby was born he changed.
We never got married or anything formal. We have lived going from town to town where he works doing electrical work. Sometimes we stayed for a year, sometimes just for the summer months.
I heard that my mother died, and then a year later that my father died. I have never been back to my village. When I was young I kept his bed warm and got pregnant. Later I worked at hotels where we lived. Sometimes in return for a room. My children are all out there making babies and I see them from time to time.
I don't regret running away from my village. I was young and wanted adventure and this man said 'come with me' and I did.
I don't know what you mean by they are out there making babies. But it sounds cruel and miserable for those children and this planet. Anyone having babies in these centuries are adding to the suffering. Just look at the youngest generations. We are pretty much doomed. Global warming, pollution, economic crashes, pandemics, wars, oppression, unemployment, housing crises and poverty.