A scary realization
I was talking to my mom, and she asked if I thought my teacher had been involved. I said there is no way. I liked this teacher, I felt safe with her. She was NOT involved. However, when she asked if there was anyone else that I felt shadowy or fuzzy about, I realized there is. An older boy that used to play with me at recess. I remember him being so nice at first, then really mean. I don't know what happened, but this boy rode my bus, and is still my neighbor. He is a class 1 creep. He used to blow up our mailbox with firecrackers.
I know I spent quite a lot of time with him, mostly at recess.
I have one fairly distinct memory of him teaching me to play tetherball on the blacktop at recess. And another of him and I in a corner of the undercover play area, though I'm not entirely sure what we're doing.
AHHH! This guy still lives a few houses down! I know he will not hurt me, but that is just plain creepy. I hope I am jumping to conclusions.
I hate this. I really, really hate all this