Everyone talks about wanting to be a kid again. "Times were so much simpler then" and "the most joyous period of my life" are the words I've heard. My innocence was robbed from me when I was 7 and my dad was 35. He touched me and I froze. Then he made me touch him which is when I pulled away and his devilish laugh still rings in my ears. Fast forward 6 years, a few months before my 13th birthday he began fondling me. He raped the day after I turned 13. He promised it would never happen again but he did it the next day. At 14, he forced me to kiss him everyday. Suddenly I realized why I never stood up to him when my mom told me- "It's okay just give him what he wants". After that I said no and kicked and screamed as he continued groping me. Anytime he would sleep next to me on vacation, he would slip his hands under my shirt. When I pushed him off angrily, he whimpered in protest and I nearly kicked him. At 17, he stopped and I never gave him a second chance though he tried to get close. I knew his promises were worth nothing. At 18, I moved out, have cut all contact with him and I'm undergoing therapy.