Growth.

You know?! When you're young a toddler to be exact, when you've just began walking saying a few words, there's lots of joy an love an everything seems to be at peace, you can never really understand why parents would say not to do or to only do certain things. Well for as long as I could remember pain has always been thrown at me, either being my fault or because of a lesson that has to come out of it. Pain! That which started when I had hate in my heart for my dad cause whenever he would come home from the interior he would take mom's full attention away from me (me being the only kid at that time) he would also take over the television an then to cuddle with my mom. Watching from across the room having to hold up a normal face I thought about it but I was never one to do the "love thing". I found hugs an kisses to weird so ofcourse I never did those kind of things, I would stay far.

At about the age of three I was attracting men of all ages, there were about two men who lived in the same yard as me, they were younger than my mom but you could say they were friends. They lived there a really long time so ofcourse my mom won't think of anything bad that they could do. I would go over to their house from time to time and we would play( these guys were years older than me) however, we would play an sink into our imagination, being little astronauts or whatever animal that we desired to be. As time passed the guys started giving me sweets in exchanged for touching places, I was about three years old I didn't know anything about this, I didn't know it was wrong!

So we moved sometime in the summer I think cause I was preparing for nursery school, an I had met a few children like my age, older and younger. This one household had this boy that I seemed to like being around, we would build houses play blocks climb trees spent the whole day an most days together. He had his uncle who was really kind to us, he would buy snacks for us and give us money, pretty kind huh. This particular day he wanted to take us to this shop which was walking distance, we left an the boy had to run back for something , unto this day I don't know what that was, so me an his uncle whom I too addressed as uncle went on ahead. About a few minutes before the shop there were large trees an bushes that he stopped at held my hands an said you can't tell your mom, an me being so dumb said ok. He went into the bush holding my hands, within that short time there were so much pain inflicted both to the body an one's mind, a car, a yellow car with green stripes to be exact passed as I was not far from the road how couldn't he not see us or did he play a blind eye?