I was about 10-12 yrs old. Standing in the hallway at our country
house. Per (my great brother-in-law) and I were playing in the hallway. I
was maybe pushing him to hard, and he (15 yrs older) yanks my arm up my
back, and I ask him to let go. But he doesn't. He keeps my arm twisted
behind my bakc until I start crying, until my sister and mother tell him
to stop. Once I am free I immediately run out of the house and lock
myself in, in our toolshed. Crying, ashamed, hurting. After a while Per
comes down and wants to talk, but I refuse to open the door.
I
cant remember the rest in detail, but I guess I came out, we talked,
said sorry to each other and sorted things out. Just a strange memory I
have retained. I think it was due to the fact that a 'grown-up' could
actually hurt a kid... Or maybe not. But it was an uncomfortable
situation, and it all turned out the the best anyway. Saying 'Sorry' I
think was the key here.
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