When I was 7 years old I was molested by my friend’s teenage brother. He always looked really tough and cool to me and when he molested me I really liked it. I remember be so excited to get out of school to go see him and I ran all the way there. I didn’t quite understand why me at first, but, then I felt good and I felt special. I still miss him and I’m 23. I know how insane it sounds, but, I loved him and everything we did.