My First Memory

Three.

I was terrified. I ran through the house searching, room by room, but it was evident that I was utterly alone. The door was even bolted from the outside so I couldn't get out. I ran up and screamed as loud as I could through the double-pane windows, hoping someone would hear me from outside but nobody came to my rescue. Defeated, I sat slumped over in the middle of the living room floor. All I could do was cry.

My parents had deserted me.