When I was five my dad kidnapped me.
He came with his wife Marilyn. Her daughter Janine. They came to visit me in Pasadena and take me away for the day. They told my mom they were taking me clothes shopping at the mall and to dinner. But once we left my mom’s house, we didn’t go back — ever.
We rode a carousel at the mall and did get new clothes. But after dinner the car didn’t go back home. It kept driving and driving, out of the cities and into the desert, and I was falling asleep in the back seat next to Janine.
In the morning I asked my dad when he was taking me home.
“You’re going to stay with me for a little while.”
It was scary because I didn’t know where we were going. But I was with my dad so I knew everything was going to be ok. It wasn’t till a few days later, after we had reached our destination, that I started wondering if I was ever going back to live with Mom.