We hear about gruesome things all the time. We are sympathetic for the people they happen to but then we shrug it off and move on. No one ever stops to think that those gruesome things could one day happen to us. I know I never did. I was molested by my grandfather when I was about eleven. I can honestly say I don"t remember my exact age or the date for that matter because I tried to block the whole incident out of my head. That wasn"t an easy task. I felt like anyone who looked at me knew...
me wounded. As time moved on I began to open up more. The boy I was so afraid to love gave me the courage to love someone. He gave me strength to move on.

I will never forget what happened to me. No matter how hard I try to erase it from my mind, it will always be a part of me. But I"m learning to cope with it and I"m focusing on my future more. It"s true what they say, that all wounds heal. My wounds are healing slowly but I know I will always have a scar.