I've had all sort of interesting experiences, but for a dead set heart-stopper it was when we realised that our then 5 y.o. son had disappeared.<br /><br />I suppressed visions of him being abducted and abused and so on, while fearing that he had been and that I was totally powerless to find or protect him.<br /><br />Kept telling myself to keep calm and that we'd find him, but the time came to call the police.<br /><br />Neighbour found the little pr!ck up at the kindergarten he went to. Some stupid pact to spend a night there, which only my idiot kid was going to carry out.<br /><br />I'm not sure what shows my ability to control myself. Not giving in to the mounting panic as the endless minutes went on. Or not beating the crap out of my darling boy when he was found. <br /><br />Until he was found I never understood why parents were so angry when they were so glad to see you.