Age 9
I'm Christa, I live with my Mom In Texas with her Girlfriend, They both met at a bar when I was 8 years old. From there on out I can remember I had gone to Iowa during the summer to visit my dad's side of the family. We all lived in a nice trailer park with my father, grandmothers, grandfathers and aunt. My two siblings lived with my Dad while I stayed with my latest grandmother. And grandfather. I loved being with them and remember having so much fun. My great grandfather and fauther who lived on the street behind us where old and needed to be taken care of every other day. Occasionally I'd be over at there place spending time playing cards with my great grandmother while my grandfather was in the back of the house listening to his old music. Usually my grandmother would fall asleep in her reclining chair watching the news and usually slept all day so I'd be in the back room watching TV with my grandfather. One day something was different... I remember I was sitting at the end of his bed one day completely undressed, I cant remember how I got that way. He walked from the room then came back a few seconds after, the next thing I know I was laid down on my stomach with my face pushed into a pillow, I didn't understand what was happening but I knew what a penis was, He'd whisper to me using a nickname he had given me, Christen. I can remember every once an awhile he would get off me and look down the hallway before coming back, continuing what he was doing. Later on I remember he would always change the bedsheets after before dressing me up back in my clothes then sending me back to the livingroom with my grandmother. I cant remember why I hadn't told anyone while I was there. This continued throughout summer break. My birthday eventually came and I opened my presents as I always would. When I told everyone my goodbyes my grandfather would always hung me in a odd way pulling me close, holding me there and grinding himself against me. Everyone was around when it would happened but never said anything, so I thought nothing of it and just figured it was normal. I was driven back to Texas with my mother, meeting her new girlfriend and continuing to go back to school. Throughout that time I grew and behaved as any other kid would.
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Non-FictionDoing things is a challenge...but for me it seems like a never ending war.