There's really nothing like remembering every tiny detail about the day that your parents vanished... but not being able to do anything about it. Each day I regret not doing something differently. I was only seven years old but if I was older when all this took place, I'm sure I could have solved the mystery of their disappearance. It's hard to say everything happens for a particular reason... sometimes it feels like there isn't any logic at all to this world. Losing both parents at age seven damaged my mental health severely... it's really probably the reason I'm where I am today.