I was 11 at the time. I went over to swim with some friends at my neighbor’s house. He was always touching me in places that he should not have. That day it started raining, my friends and I were going to leave because of the rain, but he didn’t want me too. It was the biggest mistake I’ve made. I stayed with him, not expecting anything to happen. He pulled my pants down and raped me. I didn’t do anything, because I went into shock, and that’s what I regret. I felt like he broke me, and ever since I’ve been picking up the pieces. After that happened I left, and kept it to my self for my years. I am 18 now and finally talking about.