My first encounter of a remotely s***** nature happened in kindergarten. I couldnt have been more than 5 or 6 years old. During class I sat at a table next to a kid named Jesse. He whispered in my ear and asked me if i wanted to do something that felt good. Naturally being a child and curious I said yes. He then stuck his hand down the front of my pants, not into my underwear but outside of it. He just rubbed me, and told me I had to do the same. I became nervous and uncomfortable, understandably confused for a kid my age. I had hesitations, but he talked me into it, saying everything was going to be okay and that it was only fair, so I did (again in front of the underwear). After a bit I took my hand out of his pants, feeling terrible. We didnt talk about it after that. I felt guilty about it so I never mentioned it to anyone. At least for a few years. Flash forward to me being like 9 or 10. I had a huge guilty conscience, so one night my parents were tucking me into bed and I began crying. I confessed to them what had happened. I was terrified they would hate me because of course they told me about my private spots where nobody was allowed to touch, and I let it happen. The consoled me and asked me who it was. Well I couldnt remember the kids last name because he had long since switched schools and I told them I didnt want to get him in trouble. I never talked about it again, and my parents never brought it back up. It doesnt horrify me or plauge my thoughts. I do think about it from time to time though, and now that im older I am wondering if this could have been s***** assault? Was I s******* assaulted? Can children in kindergarten even s******* assault each other? What scares me the most is how he knew about it. I knew nothing about s** when I was that age, I didnt even explore my own body at that age. It made me think that he could have been s******* abused as a kid. Does anyone have any answers in terms of if that counts as s***** assault?