when i was younger, from four to almost seven, i was raped and malested by three of my neighborhood friends, and to this day (about ten years later) my parents still have no fucking clue. and i still dont have the balls to tell them because i like the way my parents picture me and how they look at me, and i dont ever want to tell them because i dont want the look of them being proud of their child to leave there face and replace it with disapointmen.