This girl was 10 years old in the 5th grade.
This girl lived in a tiny, old town on a quiet, little street.
This girl was the oldest of two living in small, single parent home.
This girl and her younger brother used to play with the three neighbor boys across the street every day. They weren't great friends, but they were all this girl and her brother had, so they played.
This girl's mother worked far away and long hours, so this girl helped raise her brother, only 19 months younger than she from the time she was 6 years old, when their parents divorced and their father moved away.
One Saturday in early spring in that 5th grade year, this girl and her brother were, as usual, playing with the neighbor boys; one older than she, one the same age, and the same age as her brother. The neighbor boys were large for their age; tall and powerful. The neighbor boys and she had their run-ins from time to time when they had attempted to bully this girl's brother and she protected him. But the neighbor boys were there and so they played. This day they played a game involving two teams. This girl's brother was on the other team, so this girl was left alone with the oldest of the neighbor boys and the one who was her age. This game involved crawling on the ground as one would on a military obstacle course to scoot over the ground fully prone. This girl was the only one on her team who took this position, though she didn't know it at the time. This girl discovered, too late, that the oldest boy was beside her, kneeling powerfully over her, jamming his hand between her legs and up into her very private crevice. This girl was assaulted. This girl's assault was watched by the other neighbor boy. This girl felt instantly alone, terrified, and humiliated. This girl spent her life learning from her family that emotions are wasteful and useless, so this girl brushed them off, moved his hand, and continued with the game, her head a mess and her innocence forever lost. This girl brushed it off another time as the neighbor boy again assaulted her and his brother watched. This girl and the neighbor boys went round and round like this several times, each time this girl broke a little more until finally she got up and went home.
This girl mustered up all the courage she could and said, "Paul [Paul Ring of Beaumont, CA] touched me." This girl was told to move with a tsk. This girl was dismissed. This girl was not believed. This girl was never the same again. This girl became this woman far too soon.
Today, this woman runs a parenting page on Facebook. Today, this woman posted a photo of another sexual assault - a very famous, beloved, and misunderstood photo.
(To see the thread on the photo above, see https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=479052112126639&set=a.315627968469055.76743.309745955723923&type=1&theater¬if_t=photo_comment)