We all have things in our lives that have scarred us for good. My scar in life is I was molested by my fifteen-year-old cousin when I was nine years old.

I didn’t say anything because he said I would get in trouble, so over about a six-month period he would continue to molest me when I stayed at his house after school.

After the first few times I got use to the routine of him wanting to go play out in his tree fort he had, when I finally said something my aunt said I was a lie.

Anyways, he’s dead now, died of AIDS a few years ago.