By the time I turned nine, I started to protect myself from grown-ups in a sneaky way. I avoided them without direct confrontation. I did not like grown-ups at all. After all they rarely showed me respect.
I remember playing hide and seek with my friends when daddy's friend tried coaxing me into the front room closet with him to hide from the rest of the gang.
Something in my gut told me that he was going to do something very bad, although I did not know what. I excused myself "I will be right back" and off I ran from daddy's room.
I left that man kneeling underneath my daddy's clothes in the darkness of the closet in the middle of a bright sunny day!
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