when i was five i was at a family party and it was dark and everyone was busy looking at the gifts so i decided to go into the jumper when some Man came in with a little girl. he ended up inappropriately touching me i guess you can say... he inserted his fingers where they didn't belong. what kills me the most is that no matter how hard i try i cant remember who that Man was. i want so badly to put a name and a face to that person. maybe it might make me feel a little better I'm not sure why. What i do know is that he took a little part of me with him. he made me extremely insecure.