I was kidnapped as a child

I was about 8 years old when this occurred. I live in a small town that is surrounded by mountains. The people who live here are mostly outdoor enthusiasts. It is a very safe town, even on dark nights you can walk alone without any issues. I was alone after school and usually got home by myself. I walked from school. It is only about 1/2 mile.<br><br>I remember leaving school but then everything went dark. I have no recollection of anything until I woke up lying on the floor of a small room. I was told later that I was missing for 3 days. The most confusing thing was that I had no idea where I was or how I got there. At that time I had no idea how long I had been there. For me it felt like a few hours. <br><br>The room I was in was very small. It was like a basement. It had a dirt floor and walls that were logs. There was a small window that had boards over it. It was cold. I was still in my school clothes. <br><br>Over the next 3 days I was given a small bowl of soup and bread each day. There was no one else there, but I never saw the person who gave me the food. I never heard them. The only light was the moon. I didn't see a door the first day but when I looked harder I saw a small crack at one end of the room. <br><br>I never asked for any help or called out. I don't know why. I was scared and the only thing I could do was stay near the wall and be quiet. <br><br>On the 3rd day I heard footsteps. They were heavy and close. I moved to the corner. I was crying. The door opened and a man stood there. He was tall and baggy clothes. He didn't say anything. He held a rope and he had my coat in his hand. He didn't say anything. I was too scared to move. He tossed the coat at me and motioned for me to go to him. I had to go by him to get out of the room. I didn't want to. Finally he took my arm and pulled me out of the room. We were in the woods. I didn't recognize the area. <br><br>We walked for 2 hours. I could only assume that I was going to be killed. I was too scared to talk. My legs were weak and I kept stumbling. I didn't even try to find a way out. I was too scared. <br><br>There was a truck waiting in a turn out. Like a pull out on the road where people park to take in the view. It took me by surprise. I didn only see the man and I. I didn't expect to see someone else there. There was a person in the truck. The man tossed me in the back. I landed on some bags. The man got in the cab. I didn't say anything. I had no idea where I was or how to get home. I didn't care. I was so scared. I just wanted to go home. <br><br>The truck stopped about 30 minutes later. I was pulled out and put in a car. My mother was driving. I just burst out crying. I was so happy to be back with my mom. I didn't cry until I saw her. My dad was in the back seat. He never said anything. He just looked at me. My mom kept looking back at me as she drove. <br><br>They never told me how I got back to them. It has always been a mystery. I'm glad I'm home. I'm glad I'm safe. I've always blocked out everything after school. They say I was kidnapped. They found the basement where I was kept. It was abandoned. No one lived there. They never found the man or the person in the truck. <br><br>That is my story. It is not made up. Never think your town is safe. I grew up in a safe area and I was kidnapped. <br><br>EDIT. I'm blown away by the responses. Thank you for so many kind words, advice, and taking an interest. It has been and emotional afternoon. I am ok now. This happened 39 years ago. I have moved on with my life. I have a family and friends. I've always cut out that time in my life because I was so young and it didn't make sense. I'm glad I shared this. I'm glad people are listening. Thank you. <br><br>I have to say I am very disturbed about the few people who say it didn't happen. I can't say why I feel that way. It's just how I feel. <br><br>This is the first and last time I will share this. <br><br>Thank you all for your kindness.