User blog comment:AnitaTotallyRocks/I'm afraid so.../@comment-25319197-20140818071549/@comment-25189230-20140818215614

I was like that when I was 8...

A girl my was new my neighborhood, and she was pretty bad. She got suspended at her last school for playing with fire but I was eight so I really didn't understand what it meant or didn't even care. She was 11, I was 8, and she was a "cool" kid. Not a cool kid at all!!! She was a bad kid, every time I hung out with her we got into trouble. She forced me to let her touch my "nipples" and stuff like that. My mom decided not to let the older girl hang out with me anymore due to her behavior. I got angry and didn't understand why my parents forbidden me to see her. Now I'm about four years older than eight now and I understand why my mom said no...

It was her attitude. Her behavior. Her bad influences on me.

If my mom didn't care then I would be a bad preteen by now. I feel grateful that I wasn't allowed to hang out with her back then so I was like "Mom, why did you even let me be friends with her?",. Mom just smiled and said she thought the girl was a good girl who liked playing with me. She's probably 15 now..