I was seven. SEVEN. Back then, I didn’t even know what was happening. I can still remember clearly as if it were just yesterday. I was in daycare. There was this 13 year old foster boy named Jason. During nap time, we decided to play house in a huge blanket fort in the playroom. I was the mom, Jason the dad. Apparently I’m was night time and we were sleeping, when he suddenly grabbed my thigh and started moving higher. I didn’t know what he was doing. He was suddenly on top of me, just touching me in certain places, and undressing me. He didn’t have enough time to do anything else, nap time was over. I was so young, I didn’t even know what it was or what it meant until I was 11! I haven’t ever told anybody except my best friend. This kind of stuff just ruins me.