I never got a good look at the guy who almost raped me when I was ten. I hastily said “yes” when given a physical description of one suspect, who had my blood on him. A black kid, kind of heavy, with shaved black hair. I remembered later that there was someone else in the group who only vaguely fit the description, but he hung back, and seemed scared by the situation. I’m so afraid that I sent the wrong kid to juvy, and an innocent person has a s***** assault charge because I was too traumatized to physically see the line up. I’m almost 22 and it still haunts me every day
