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I was maybe 4 or 5 years old.  It was a holiday, we were at the home of a trusted individual. There were dozens of us there, loud and crazy.  While everyone else sat in the living room, I ran out to the bathroom. She was an adult, a person who should have been trusted, her bedroom was right across from the bathroom.  When I came out of the bathroom, she was standing in her bedroom door.  I don't remember her exact words, I really wish I could.  But she tried to get me to come to her.  I can remember the look on her face, her finger calling for me to come.  I took a couple steps toward her, I was almost to her room, but something stopped me. something didn't feel quite right.  Instead a ran off back toward the busy living room, loud and crazy, but safe.  It would be a many number of years later before people come forward, to tell their stories.  They weren't as lucky as me, they didn't run away.  I am 34 years old.  I have never told anyone this story.  Not a soul.  I h…

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