The boy that sat next to me would touch my right shoulder and say, 'Did you know that every rape starts with a touch on the right shoulder? And as far as going to concerts, forget about it, your parents would definitely keep you home.
She still has her traditional Amish outfit on, right down to the little white bonnet! I grabbed that kid by his stupid little bangs and bashed his head into the wall until he got the message.
We sat there for nearly two hours, talking and, at points, crying.
I still remember it clearly.