When i was little, around the eight years. my mother send me to a bicicle maker. Because my bicecle tire was puncture. I didn't want to because i was afraid. My mother said that i was old enough. The next day. whit the bycecle maker was nothing wrong. He taked my bicecle and worked on it. Then the son of the bicecle maker came in. He asked me to come whit him. He wanted to show me the store. When we were there, he startet to kiss me and touch me on places i didn't want to. I was frozen. can't move. In my head i thought "let me go, leave me alone" . I didn't know better. so i just was frozen. Than the bicecle maker came in to say that my bicecle was done and i can go. The son of him said then to me "you are a good girl". I went home.
I'm home! my mother came down stairs and went to the kitchen to bring me a cookie and something to drink. I didn't said wat was happend that day. I never said it. I was fourteen when it came out for the first time. I was at my neightbor. She has seen that their was something wrong. after a our i told her. She was in shok and told me that he was previously kwnown of that. Afer a half our of chatting , i desided to go home.
I was older and more grown up. I think around the sixteen. There was a boy a year older than me. I was in love whit him. We had a sleep over. I didn't want to have sex. But he did. He tryed it. I was mad and went home. Al of his brothers were downstairs en tought that we did 'it`. They were clapping. I was crying and rund away as fast as i could. As scared as i was. I decided to leave it as it was. I didn't want to get on any more trouble. I'm now twentyfour years old and i'm still suffering from it. :evil
