I remember all too well. My parents, my own parents, bound me to chains anchored into the ground and just left me to die! A few days passed, but it felt like forever. It was then I heard footsteps. When I looked, I saw a Kangaskhan. It bent down and it broke the chains I was bound to.
But I had already learned my lesson: trusting others with your life is for the stupid and the suicidal. So I swatted its hands away and ran as soon as I was free. I ran as far as I could until I didn't even know where I was anymore.
I have been a drifter ever since.