When I was a young boy, I lived on a farm in a pretty rural area. There weren't a lot of kids my age but there was one house right across the street that had two boys, one was a year older and the other was about seven years older. When I'd go over to play with the younger brother, the older one would take me inside and would molest me. It started when I was four or so (or at least that's the earliest I remember) and it ended when I was eight because I stopped going over to play with the younger brother. I've never told anybody because it is just way too humiliating. When I was a junior in college, I got into my first very long-term "real" relationship and we ended up dating for several years, even living together after college for a while. I tried to tell her at one point because I figured we'd spend the rest of our lives together, but I couldn't manage it and I'm glad that I didn't now that we've been broken up for several years. I don't think I'll ever tell anyone in real life, I think it's best just to leave it in the past.