5 years old.

I was molested multiple times by my babysitters retarded uncle that lived with them. In the garage. He would put me up on the workbench.

I told several people about it, including the babysitter, but no one would believe me. "Jerry wouldn't do that! He wouldn't hurt a fly!"

It wasn't until I told my mother, she pulled down my pants and saw my red but hole and damaged penis.

She saw them days later, eating at a Woolworths, jumped over their table and beat the crap out of Jerry until the staff pulled her off of him.

Nothing ever came of it as I recall... but what always haunted me, is there was another little boy my age they also sat for. We would play together in the finished basement on hot days.. I think of him a lot. And what he must have gone through..

Anyway, 40 years later and I still have nightmares.