It is all so hazy, I can't quite remember what
happened. I remember hating having to go there. I remember the fence around
the pool. I remember going to the bathroom...a bathroom with grey square
tiles. Was I changing out of my swimming costume or was I just going to
the toilet? No, I think I was naked. I don't know what was after that.
It's been stored away, probably with a lot of other things I'm not particularly
interested in knowing.
I remember that they must have caught him.
I just hear my Mom screaming and his father shouting at him. I think he
got a hiding. He must have been around twelve, thirteen at the time. I
still remember the image of an unrolled toilet roll lying on the gray floor.
It was a very long time before we went back there, and I myself only returned
a few months ago. I saw the "boy." He is now a man. He is studying to become
a priest. I do not laugh or cry at this. My head is raised, my mouth twisted
in a sardonic smile, and my eyes reflect a haughtiness which is unmatched
in any of my opinions.
Then I had an uncle with whom I was made to
share a bed on occasion. Thank the Lord he waited until I was asleep. All
I remember is that the bed stank terribly when I woke up and that he liked
to corner me and lie on top of me so I couldn't move... very unclear on
this too... They are forgiven, not forgotten.