When I was about ten, me and my family went on a holiday to Italy. On our last day there, we went to a park close to the apartment we were staying at. Me and my brothers (all smaller than me) were with me playing around on the swings and stuff. My parents and my uncles were about a minute away from us, and I could see them from where I was.

When my bro’s went back to my parents for some snacks, I stayed on the swing alone. There was this man there, around his fourties wearing short shorts and a polo shirt and I felt him watching me. I ignored him and just had fun. When I got off, he signed for me to come over. I stayed where I was and just looked at him.

He smiled at me and whispered something in Italian and then he raised his shorts a bit and showed me his d***. I ran away and when I was back with my parents and looked back he smiled at me creepily, before getting up and leaving. I never told anyone what happened.