I was four years old. I was lead into the woods by him. I still remember it was fall. The leaves crunched beneath my feet as we walked. The woods seemed to hush themselves to silence as we stopped by an old rusted out car. I was four years old. He told me to put his penis in my mouth. I was four years old. I trusted him. I still remember the taste. That putrid taste. That is all I can recall. Confusion and shame would follow me every day. Not a day goes by I do not think about it. I was 4 years old. I do not remember if it only happened one time or multiple times. My mind shut a lot of it out. I try to remember and all that surfaces is pain. Pieces of a puzzle I try to solve with many of the pieces missing . I was four years old.