Near the beginning of seventh grade, I was walking home from school with a friend. A man in his early twenties, presumably a student at the community college a block away, rode down the opposite side of the sidewalk on a razor scooter. He was going south while we were walking north, and when he passed us, he reached out and grabbed my breast. It hurt a lot; he pulled on it and kind of twisted it around. He had red hair and pale skin, and wore a hoodie attached to a Jansport backpack. I remember him laughing as he scootered away. When I told someone, they asked me what I was wearing. I was 12.
– Anonymous
Location: Glendale, CA
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