When I was a little girl, I passed a pack of teenage boys hanging out at my elementary school on my way home from piano lessons. A few minutes later, I heard someone come up behind me on a bike. The rider passed me and kept going faster and faster until he was riding right in front of where I was walking. As I was walking he put his hand behind his back and pulled down his pants far enough that I could see his bare bum. I could hear the boys laughing at the elementary school behind me and cheering him on. I didn't look right or left but straight ahead as the boy on the bike rode back to his friends. I walked all the way home looking straight ahead. When I walked in my front door my mom greeted me and asked, "Kylie, is something wrong" I burst into tears and my story came spilling out. As I told her what happened her eyebrows got lower and lower and I saw a flame ignite in her eyes. Her voice dropped to a low and measured growl as she co...