My First Memory

You know, I am sure that my uncle sexually abused me prior to my first memory of it. It probably started when I was just a baby. It stands to reason that he would start that early, he was a child predator, and babies can't talk. I guess that doesn't really matter because when I could talk I didn't say anything, I was too scared. That's how pathetic my life was back then. My first memory of the abuse happened one day my uncle came over to see my dad, but I don't remember knowing where he was. He always had a way of knowing when my parents weren't home. That day he asked me to go look out back, not hesitating I went looking for my dad. On my way back he stop me at the back door, and asked me if I wanted some candy I eagerly said yes. He then told me he need a tool, and for me to show him where my dad kept them, once there he would give me some candy. I believed and trusted him, and so I went with him. Once we got to the shed he turned around to look at me I thought he was coming in for a hug, but I was wrong instead of a hug he put his hands down my pants and fondled me. This is where I should run, run for my life, scream, kick, punch something anything to get away, but I did nothing I stood there too scared to move. Once he was finished he acted as if nothing happened, but I knew what he had done was wrong. That day he took my innocence. Every time after that the sexual abuse just got worse, and every time I did nothing. I can only take comfort in the fact that he's still in prison after 23 years. All he is now is a pathetic old man who will die alone.