Growing up I used to go to a place called YDA, Youth Development Association. I enjoyed myself there. It was in an old red barn colored farmhouse down a dirt road sitting way in the back fields of the high school, however not part of the school. One beautiful day when I was about 15 y.o., I was walking home from the stable and wanted a cigarette really bad. I had no matches. I saw a guy walking the opposite side of the road and called over to see if he had some. He crossed over and asked where I was headed. I told him home. He said why don't we go to YDA and shoot some pool. I agreed that sounded fun and I did not have to be home for about another hour. So, we walked back and headed down the dirt road. When we got to YDA it was locked, but he was quick to tell me that he had done some intern work there and had a key. He said stay put and went around the building, next thing I know he is inside an has the front door opening for me. I remember I was wearing dark green corduroy's and a green checkered sweater that day. Funny what you remember isn't it. So, we are going to shoot some pool an he comes up behind me to assist me with my stance. I can remember when he put his arms around me it did not feel right. I had to use the restroom and he walked in on me and then apologized. I remember looking at the restroom window and thinking could I possibly get out through it. It was small. So, I took a deep breath and went back into the main hall and told him I needed to go home. So, we got out front and along the east side of the house there was a row of single pines and then a corn field beyond. Well, I am not going to go into the gorey details on a public forum but I was manhandled, and violated. I then walked home and got into trouble for being late. I never told. He was a senior in my high school and he told me his name. After he violated me he asked me to hit him. I wouldn't, I was scared to death. I remember throwing away those clothes because I could not wear them again. I also knew that it was my own fault, in looking back boy was I naive.