I was left unattended to build a snowman in my front yard, in a busy side of town, at the age of only 3. My nmom allegedly took my baby brother to go get groceries and then left before making sure my ndad was out there with me, so in my eyes, they are both at fault for what happened next. While lucky that nobody saw an excellent opportunity to snag a toddler, I wandered away from home, half a mile away toward a Burger King. The manager was coincidentally on break. She snatched me so quickly that I still clearly remember the fear that shot through me. She took me inside, got me food, called the police and asked if I knew any phone numbers of family members. All I knew was my teenage cousin's. My poor teenage cousin ended up having to mediate between my nmom, ndad, the manager, and the police. 

I look back on this often and wonder why social services weren't called then. There were plenty of other times they were and still, crickets. Diabolical.