#MeToo
OK, My turn. When I was 5, my parents moved to a great big house in a city. I had lots of friends that lived nearby, and that I went to school with at the Catholic School. But one boy came over a lot more than the others. He lived with his grandmother because his mother was in prison. For what, I don't know, but I do know that he had a very troubled life. He was a few years older than me, but he still came over to "play" all the time. At first, I was happy to play with him, then things changed. He wanted me to kiss him. I didn't want to. It made me uncomfortable. He threatened me with all sorts of things. The more I resisted, the worse and more outlandish the threats got. Remember, I was 5, threats of magic, and other such things, worked on my overactive imagination. The threat that worked the most was that he would make my parents disappear if I didn't kiss him like they did in the movies. He would do...