She and her happy little childhood bubble had no idea what year it was. The bad memories, like the day everything good went away. Of course, all the trouble holding my mom's hand, having fun with my mom, being in the moment of joy. I think as a child, the memories are how she survived it all. Get us all dressed up and it was the anticipation of going to the shipyard and having a lot of attention. Her father, on the other hand, was absent mostly long stretches away, punctuated by glorious reunions when she be bundled up like some China doll and bustled off to the harbor where the Navy ships come in, we would go see him because he was coming in from the Navy, and so it was an exciting moment, and she would. She knows there are two parents, blonde, beehive on her mother that she remembers, but her mother's name lost now, though there was a nickname, Bobby, and in those early years she was always, always there. It looks like a very happy childhood, like love was there. She was, she is certain of this, an only child and spoiled, most likely showered with attention at toys and dresses by the parents, whose faces she cannot quite pull into focus. Shocking where that memory will lead by the end of this hour. And the baffling, terrifying story of what happened to her kidnapped, held captive for years is the reason she gripped that life preserver of a memory. For most of her life, the part after that little girl's bedroom, she has been pepper. Sadness for the little girl that didn't have a life. And the reason for those tormenting memories? That's a lot of hurt and sadness. And actually there was a little old fashioned where you put the baby in the wagon.
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The closet full of dresses, the dolls, the teddy bears. It was dreamlike, really, and for years it was all that felt real in her upside down life. But at the beginning, all she had was a memory, a twin canopy bed with pink ruffles around it, kind of wave over the top of it. But as you'll soon hear, real truth can be elusive. What was her name? Where did she come from? We'll tell you about her long surge, her discovery finally, of what felt like truth. I've been hurting for years a woman who'd spent most of her life trying to figure out who she was. Our story begins with the mother of a teenage daughter. Here's Keith Morrison with lost and found. But after so many tears, so many years, and so many turns in her story, I was like, whoa, there are still more stunning twists to be revealed. When I looked at the e-mail, I just couldn't even believe it. Think I'm Rhonda Christie? Or do you know Rhonda Patricia Christie? You know, there was a long pause. She spent decades trying to find her way home again, and she finally made it. We got in the car and we never went back.
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