Hi, my name is Denise, and I lost my 3-year-old son at Disney World.
I know, I know. It sounds really bad, but trust me, not nearly as bad as it felt. Though he was only missing for two minutes tops, those were some of the scariest minutes I have experienced as a mom thus far. The whole thing is still a bit of a blur, but as we were about to head into a ride at the Magic Kingdom, I heard my husband frantically yell, “Where is big boy?!” My eyes quickly darted around our surroundings, which is what happens when he steps out of sight for a minute — except this time they came back with nothing. My sweet, innocent child had completely vanished. Totally and utterly gone. At the busiest place on earth. Oh my god . . . Read more