Waking up.
Alone.
Didn't know where I was.
Didn't know anyone else on the boat.
Ran, down the gangplank, down the jetty to shore.
It was 3 am.
The parking lot of the wharf-side hotel was near empty, the car was gone.
My parents had left me here, with strangers.
Despair washed over me and a sunk to my knees.
I was found, thirty minuets later by hotel security, one of the guards was a friend on my parents, took me home.
Story behind it was, there was a new-years party on the boat I fell asleep, parents decided not to wake me and to pick me up in the morning since the owners were old friends of theirs from the '70s, who I have never met before. Was about 8 at the time.