I used to go over to my neighbor house, he was a nice man and my family was really close with him. He had a son about 16 or 17 years of age and when ever his father left for work he would pull my pants down and start touching me and attempt to penetrate. This incident didn’t just happen once but numerous times. I didn’t know what he was doing to me. I was scared and frightened to tell my parents because I thought I would get in trouble. I was never told about sex. It didn’t effect me as much as it does today, sometimes it would just appear in my memory and I would just start crying. Till this day I never told my parents. At times I want him to die and suffer other times I sympathize for him because a normal person would never do this to child. Whenever I see a little girl walking with an older guy I automatically think of him. I get the urge to snatch the little girl away. He might’ve forgotten what he has done, but what he has done will haunt me till the day I die.