Etan PatzEtan Patz was six years old when he disappeared while walking from his apartment in the Soho neighborhood of Manhattan to the school bus stop. It was 1979. I saw his picture on the milk carton every morning as I ate Apple Jacks for breakfast and every evening on the local TV news.
I was seven years old and lived in Brooklyn a 10-minute drive from Etan's home. We were both born in October, our birthdays only days apart. I think I knew this from the milk cartons. Though I didn't know him, Etan's disappearance terrified, haunted, and traumatized me.
Most parents would agree that they try to shield their kids from scary news stories, but I'm not sure my parents could have shielded my 7-year-old self from this one. Etan's story took over New York City. Sadly, Etan's disappearance continues to be a mystery and has resurfaced at many different points over the past three decades. As my life has evolved, new leads on the cold case have re-emerged and forced the story back in the news. ItRead More »from How a Tragedy in 1979 Affects the Way I Parent in 2012