I had the best escape record at the local Nun's school. My mother sent me there to get "discipline". I was all of 7yrs old thereabouts. Mother would drop me off at the school gates then the "black ladies" swooped.
By mid morning I had already scaled their fortress like fence and was sitting on the back door when mother arrived home from shopping!
She whipped me with a spoon and took me straight back to the nun's who hadn't realised I had escaped.
This went on for several weeks, taken to the nuns, escape and returned etc.
Eventually dad came to my rescue ( with a hidden smile on his face) told mother to give up as I didn't look like I was about to give up.