Having your child kidnapped has to be one of the hardest experiences for parents to go through. Not knowing where your child is for just a few moments can put fear into the hearts of mothers and fathers alike. I can't even begin to imagine how I would have felt or what I would have done if one of my children had been kidnapped. The fear of not ever seeing them again or the agony of wondering if they were being abused would have driven me insane.
I wasn't a victim of what I call grab and run. It happened in my nice quiet neighborhood in Greensville, Texas. I somehow got out of the gate in front of our home. I don't know if I did it on my own or was assisted in getting out. I don't blame anyone. It wasn't my mother's fault. She kept the gate locked, especially when me or my two year old sister were playing in the yard.
My mother told me how I was found. She said that she, my father and the police searched the neighborhood and could not find a trace of me. All this took place while I was just a few streets away. She said that they had even been to the older couples home many times asking if they had seen me during the search but was told no every time. She said that they didn't acually go into peoples homes as they went door to door. If they had they would have found me sooner.
She got my father, who was at home waiting for the phone to ring and be told by the police that they had found me alive and well, to go with her to the couple's home. This time they did not knock first. My father burst through the door and found me on their sofa watching TV, eating a bowl of ice cream. The couple had almost finished packing their belongings. They were moving to California early the next morning, taking me with them.
I have been a loner most of my life. My mother kept telling me that if I hadn't been such a friendly child I wouldn't have been kidnapped. Her words still haunt me today. Becoming a loner was enhanced by the fact that we moved a lot when I was growing up. Everytime I made friends we would move. Losing my friends over and over became to painful. By the time I was eight years old I had no close friends. I am still pretty much that way today.
Because of what happened to me, I was an over protective parent. Now I'm an over protective grandmother. I do not, and will not apologize for being that way. They are my family, my loved ones and I want to keep them as safe as possible. How about you? Don't you want the same thing for your loved ones?
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