We were in the process of moving to a house out in the country. It was the last house of three on a small, dead end, gravel road. The property actually belonged to my Grandmother on my Mom's side. She was going to give it to my parents if my Father took a teaching job and left the oil industry. He became an electronics instructor at a Votech school in Amite. The house had no electricity, gas, or running water when we (they) first started working on it. So we would "camp" out on weekends at the property, but we still lived in Amite. We got to know our neighbors. The first house on the street had two kids my brother and I's age, 8 (my brother) and 6 (me). They were fun, but their father, who was a reverend, had strict rules. The second house there was a 16 or 17 year old boy. I have no memory of his Dad, or Mom, or anyone else in that house. The house was worn down, mostly white, made of wood, slightly elevated. While what happened to me did not happen in that house, that house still holds feelings of fear for me. It was the 16ish year old boy. We knew him. At first he seemed cool. I began to see that he did not like to obey rules very much. He got us to smoke once, and do minor things that we were not supposed to do.

It happened during the summer. My parents had set up a swing set and monkey bars at the house. My brother and I were playing. I think I remember other kids there too. "He" came over to see what was going on. For whatever reason, we decided to go exploring in the woods by ourselves. He had lived there for a while, so as I think back I am sure he knew exactly where we were going. Well we walked for a long time and ended up at a small pig farm. We went in. There were about 20 pigs in this large pin. They were all very large, and moved in very abrupt ways that was very frightening to me as a 6 year old. I told him that I wanted to go home. He started telling me stories of how pigs this large sometimes eats small kids, and how a few years back his uncle had passed out in a pig pin. He would have survived except that the pigs ate him. Of course I got more frightened. I kept telling him that i wanted to go home, and he kept threatening to throw me to the pigs if i did not stop whining. He then decided that I had to swim in the pig pond before he would let me go home. The pig pond was a very small pond that the pigs urinate and defecate in. It was full of scum and smelled very bad. I had to take of my clothes so I did not get them dirty. I swam around in the pond. When I got out I remember i was in a near panic to be led to safety by "Him". I still cannot believe that after all of that i did not want to leave his "protection". We left the pig pin, and I thought it was all over. I kept asking, "Now can we go home?" He then told me that I had one more thing that I had to do before he would let me go home. He unzipped his pants, and told me that I had to suck on it. If i did not he would throw me back in. So I did it. I did it. I cant believe I did that. At the time I could not understand why anyone would want that sucked on. And then at first I thought he peed, but of course it was not pee. I cant believe i did that. After it was all over. He just pointed in a direction and said, "go that way". At first I thougt it was another trick. I actually did not want to leave him, because I thought he was going to run off and I would be lost. He kept saying to go that way. So I did. The whole time all of this was going on. I thought that I was miles from the house. That I was hopelessly lost. We had actually traveled in a big circle. We were only about 100 yards from the road that I lived on. When I saw it I ran down the road. Every one at home was laughing, smiling, having a good time. I did not want that to stop , so I just decided to not say anything. I pretended that nothing happened, and I tried very hard to just forget about the whole thing. A few weeks after that it was found out that my father had been seeing another woman. They divorced and we never moved into that house. I never saw "him" again. It only just happened the one time, but the images from that are burned into my head. I just cannot find any escape.