As a parent, protecting your children is the most important thing in the world,

but there are those times when no matter what you put in place to protect them, outside forces

still manage to do the unthinkable. As children, there is no

safer place in the warmth of our bed, tucked in away from the monster hiding in the closet or the

boogie man lurking in the shadows. But for some, the evils of the world are much closer and more

real than we can ever imagine. And for one three-year-old boy in the

summer of 1984, this monster would steal him away and he would never be found. This is Tosho's story.

Clark Toshiro Hander was born December 5 5, 1980 to parents Linda and Ron Hander.

Linda brought six children into the relationship and this baby would be the third for the couple,

making the total children in the family as nine. It was a massive, amazing, blended family.

The family would refer to the baby by his middle name, Tosharo, which would quickly be shortened to Tosho,

and this is what we will refer to him for the rest of the episode.

Tosho was your normal little boy. He got dirty and he ate a lot.

His family actually thought he may have grown up to be an athlete.

He was playful and full of life, vibrant, active and friendly.

He never got angry despite competing with many siblings.

He just went with the flow, said his father Ron, quote,

He liked to run around and chase people, unquote.

Together, the large family would live in the multi-level home on Maglund Road

in the lower middle-class suburb of Fairfield, California.

They were a working-class family that lived from week to week to make ends meet.

Tosho slept in a ground- bedroom with five other family members, sharing a bed with

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