The Day Innocence Was Lost
The little boy was excited it was going to be his first day walking to the bus stop alone, how could anyone know how that day would change the world? Change the way a whole country allowed their children to go to school, and how that day would break his parents hearts.
1979 was a different time, a safer time, at least that illusion was there, but even then monsters lurked in the corner, predators found their way around hurting those most vulnerable.
The little boy should have been safe that morning, no little boy or girl should have to fear going to school, but after this day children would be afraid, and parents even more so.
Thirty three years as of the 25th of May to that day, but to the parents who still live with the nightmares the pain still fresh like yesterday. They will live with the memories and the what if’s until the day they died, and thirty three years later, no sign of this boy’s body found, no child to give a proper burial too.
I cannot begin to imagine the pain the emptiness these parents felt and the guilt too. They thought their little boy would be safe, walking the two blocks from his Soho apartment to the bus stop, his Mom watched him from the balcony, but that did not stop the monsters from coming to him. Monsters who did God knew what to him…
To Be Continued...These segements are short, simply a kind of rough draft of something I want to turn into a novel, based on the Etan Patz, I was only a year and a half when this little boy went missing, but after hearing about the search for his remains some thirty three years later I felt the need to write about it...