Because I would look at this girl and I would study her face and I would think: 'What is that girl thinking about, what is her life like?' Because it felt like after that night, that childhood ended. When I was growing up it was really hard for me to look at. Photos: The Busby Family's Harrowing Ordeal

And this is a photo that my mom took of me that night. This was my mom's way of getting us out of the house that night so that my dad could sleep because he worked the midnight shift. We were out in the driveway painting my dad's car. This was the Friday, the start of Labor Day weekend. Nothing was ever the same.ĬYLIN: August 31, 1979. August 31, 1979, was what changed our lives forever. John always gave us the sense of safety and that nothing would happen to us as long as he was around. He was a wrestler-on-the-ground kind of dad, and a hold-my-little-girl-close kind of dad. POLLY BUSBY: The John Busby I fell in love with was an athlete. He took his job and his position very seriously. KELLIE COLLIER-DRISCOLL : My uncle John was a guy that you didn't mess with. In his uniform, my dad looked incredibly handsome, I thought. She was there to have fun, but babysitting was how she earned her rent. And then my cousin Kellie who was helping out my parents to take care of us kids. That summer it was me, my two older brothers, Eric and Sean. By the end of the summer we'd all be brown as berries and just relaxed and happy. And we would head out to Old Silver Beach. Every summer day, we'd get up in the morning.

Falmouth, Mass., was the ideal place to grow up.

The Year We Disappeared by Cylin Busby