I was at Mountain Park 1993-1994. I would rather go to war a million times over then re-live the memories of that horrid place. It saddens me to read all of your stories. I was not sent to Mountain Park for being a bad child. I was sent because my father died and my mom was in such grief she could not deal with my younger siblings or myself. Nothing like going from one traumatic experience to hell on earth... I can close my eyes even after 17 years and see everything as clear as crystal right before my eyes. It is truly haunting.