I can't remember exactly what happened, but I was around 3. It was my daycare/babysitter's son who I believe was around 12. I remember he came into the bathroom and locked the door, the white tiles. I remember him telling me if I ever told anyone he would kill me and of course being 3, I believed that was possible. My mom said all of a sudden one day I was absolutely TERRIFIED and screaming in the car when she was going to drop me off. She didn't know why but she immediately found a new daycare.

The second that I can remember, I was 7 or 8. My mom's boyfriend's son was around 13 years old and they had come over in the afternoon. We were upstairs on the balcony (parents downstairs) and I remember being really uncomfortable with the things he was saying (I don't remember specifics of what) and when we went back inside he pushed me onto my mom's bed and got on top of me and groped me, saying he loved me. I don't remember what I did or said but I scrambled away and avoided him at all costs from then on. I was afraid of what he would ever do if we were actually left alone.