Being 6

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When i was younger, I never fully understood the concept of religion or god. But i did like going to the vast temples in my hometown. There was always place to run around and always place to sit and play. I had a favorite temple - because it was quite, small and hardly anyone ever came there. I never imagined that, that would be a bad thing. On one of these occasions, i ran to the temple and there was a man there who I had never seen before. The priest wasn't there.He was sitting at the back side of the temple and when i got there he pulled me over and sat me on his lap. The smell of alcohol on his breath was obvious. He had his arms wrapped around me, and wouldn't let go even when I asked him to. He made me sit there for about 5 minutes. He touched my hair and stroked my back and spoke to me in a slurred voice. Almost as if he was being 'affectionate'. He didn't let me go. He almost kissed me when he heard the priest coming back, and then he let me go. I ran home and I never went to a temple willingly again. Even though, many other things have happened since then, I'll never forget this for the rest of my life.I never asked for it.


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