Okay, I got another story from three year old me.

Buckle up buckaroos, this isn't an easy topic.

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Alrighty then, for some background; I have grown up with people who are a year older than me. Cause my parents got pregnant with me several months after all their friends did. They were also the only one that had a daughter. So I've grown up with boys my entire life. And I trusted all the boys I knew cause I had been with them since we were all in diapers. So, when this happened I trusted him. I regret that now.

Anyways, out of the boys I knew I was closer to two of them. Let's call them T and H. T and I saw each other everyday, so of course we knew each other a lot better than the others.

However, he wasn't my favorite friend. H was. I didn't see him everyday, but I saw him every week. (He's four during this btw. Just a year older than me). We were two peas in a pod.

Until one day, he made my younger brother leave his room where we were all watching TV. He then locked the door and turned to me. He said that we were going to play a game.

I asked what kind of game and he said we were going to pretend we were married. He then went over to where I was sitting on his bed and told me to get up. I did and he moved his blanket. He then told me to lie down. I did and then he got on top of me. He then put the blanket over us and started talking to me about how much he loved me. Then he started kissing me on my mouth.

I didn't know what he was doing and remained frozen. He then said I had to kiss back. I trusted him, so part of me thought I should. It was just a game after all. But, it just felt... Wrong.

So, I didn't and remained frozen. He then got annoyed and got up off me and took the blanket off us. H told me not to tell my brother what happened and opened the door for him.

I never told anyone. It was just a game. Besides, he said he loved me, I can't tell him to stop... Right? I didn't want to lose him.

He started doing this every time I visited and I still never kissed him back. I felt icky just thinking about it. These feelings grew worse everyday, but I still said nothing. Just bottled it up.

One day, however, we were at my Mema's and me, H, and my brother were taking a nap while my mom and H's were talking in the living room.

I had finally started falling asleep when I felt something touch my lips. At this point, I knew the feeling. It was H's lips.

But this time was different; I had enough.

I immediately got up and ran into the living room. I told the mom's everything and they both immediately went into the room and started yelling at H.

His mom apologized profusely to my mom and left with H immediately after.

I never had a playdate with him again. I thought it would hurt, but I discovered that it didn't. Guess the love (familial, not romantic) I had for him had left.

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Now, you may be wondering how a four year old thought of this. The answer is: I don't know.

His parents were two people I knew very well and they wouldn't have done this. And I went to the same district as him. None of the teachers were like this.

The most plausible answer I have is that he must've saw it on TV.

And for everyone concerned; All he did was kiss me on my mouth. Nothing else.

So, that's that I guess.