I was dropped of in the middle of the desert when I was 6 years old and told to continue walking straight for 2 miles by men in identical uniforms and with big black guns. It was me and a truckload of other children, all they gave us were individual bottle of water, barely enough to last us. There were a couple older children in our group, the oldest at most 14 years old. We walked in the intense heat for what seemed like forever. A couple children fainted, and when all the bigger ones were already carrying unconscious kids on their back, we had nothing left to do but to leave them there in the middle of the desert with no water and no where to go. I beat myself up everyday for that. For not being big enough to carry the kids, for not being smart enough to understand what was going on, and for never venturing out to find them.
