My father was an insane alcoholic and my mom had to get away or things would have gotten BAD for her, so she left in the middle of the night. She waited til she knew he'd be passed out drunk the next day ( I think) and drove over to the house in the middle of the night. She climbed in through a window and passed my brother and I to her mother who was waiting outside. We were asleep on the living room floor wrapped in giant blankets, were about the same size, and had the same haircut, so she still doesn't know who she grabbed first and for whatever reason that still fucks with her thirty years later. So, while he's, we were stolen by a parent from a parent, we were absolutely kidnapped.