The molester made fun of me eating ice cream

 I was 4 years old. I hated anyone named david. My child brain thought anyone with his name would be the same.

I hid under beds, in a box, in closets. Quiet as a mouse. Barely breathing. Unseen. Until he got me.

David Newman kansas city missori. 1965. His sister Sue would babysit me then she would take off with my eldest brother John Wilson borm january 1949 and leave me with David, her brother.