This is my story. I’m from Serbia, a country that is poor and most of foreign people never heard of it. I’ve been living here since the day i was born. I have a great family, my mom and dad are great people, i never missed anything in my life. Always had everything i wanted when i was little. I was happy. I would say for myself that i am very naïve person, i trust people too much and later i get stabbed in the back. I believe every word someone says. And i hate myself for being like that. When i was little, i was easily manipulated by my friend, who always used to tell me to do some stuff and that it is ok to do it. Of course i didn’t know it was that bad, i was just a little girl. After a while when he would say to me that i do something, and i said no, he would say that he will tell everything to my mom, so i had to do it. Well everyone was like that when we were little. Those phrases: ‘’ i’ll tell you to my parents’’ etc. I regret for doing all those stuff, and if i could bring back the time, i would stop myself from doing it. Those things weren’t sexual, they were just stupid and childish, but still i regret for doing them. Like i said i am very naïve person. One time i was with my friend outside playing and our neighbor who was like 10 years older than us called us to his house. We were 7-8 at that time, we trusted that guy, and went to his house. We were stupid, but thank god we ran away 5 minutes later. Later we found out that that guy we had trust in was a creeper and a pedo. If we stayed there we could have been raped or even worse. That was the second time i was almost bullied. The first time happened when i was 6, i think. My parents were away, in Italy to work. And my grandma look after me and my brother. I was playing outside with my friend, who was older than me 3-4 years. I had trust in her, and so did my parents. At one moment some guy came to us, and approached me and he was telling me how beautiful i was and how i would be a great model, that he can make me famous if i came with him. I may was little then, but i knew not to speak to stranger. I told him that i can’t go with him, and he grabbed my arm, but i managed to take his hand of mine. Then he grabbed me into his arms and started to run. I was afraid i was going to be kidnapped. Fortunately, my friend’s dad showed up and that guy was afraid and he threw me on the ground. I fell on the floor and hurt my leg and it started to bleed, i still have a scar on my leg. After seeing that he can’t do anything, he took some kind of glitter that is used to decorate some papers, and rubbed it into my face, and he ran away. I never saw him again. But i still remember his face, which reminds me of my friend’s dad i went to kindergarten. And since that day, i never looked at older people the same way. I had and still have a feeling that every guy that is way older than me and talks nice to me is a pedo. So this is one part of my story.
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