When I was 8-9 years old, an older kid in my neighborhood tried to do something to me. At the time, I didn't know what he meant to do, but it felt good, I did not make an attempt to shake him off, but my mother walked in, he stopped and walked away.

I think it struck me 8 or 9 years later that he was trying to.... you know.... It made me sick to my stomach, I hate myself for not pushing him away, or screaming. For a long time, my memories of it, were 'pleasant', I'm disgusted with my younger self. Now that I look back, at the age of 23, I have a different opinion.

Now I realize I was too young, and I was confused too. It was a new sensation I had never experienced before. The situation could have gotten a lot worse had my mom not walked in, now that I remember. The person that tried to do whatever he wanted to do to me, I hope he's changed now, and probably has.

Every time I think about sex, I remember that day... It's something I can't seem to shake off, it doesn't 'stop' me nor does it affect me in anyway, anymore, but I remember it almost every day.